Villainous Dr Flug Novels & Stories

Oh, great injustice. [Host, I have the result for your question."] "Really? What is it then?" "Well on that night, before Aria brought over the glass of drugged wine, she came across Sera Skylander, she is not fond of sera, because she unlike her brother saw how obsessed she was with him, therefore she always made sure the two never had private moments together since she didn't trust Sera to not try something funny on her brother. She seemed to have had something to say to Kenchiki and approached him, but halfway there Sera stopped her and convinced her to bring along a glass of wine, so the truth was that Aria had no motive or plans to drug your lover."

Her eyes begged me to spare Andrea—the man she’d been fucking behind my back for eight years. I turned my back on her, not able to bear the look in her eyes, and went to Andrea. After unfastening the handcuffs, I grabbed him by one wrist and dragged him after me, enjoying the sound of his muffled cries. He struggled like a madman. I pulled him down the staircase, and when Felix entered the lobby with his keys, our most trustworthy doctor was behind him. Felix’s eyes dipped to Andrea’s bleeding form, widened, and then shot back up to meet my gaze. The doctor’s face remained unmoving—he knew the rules. None of what he saw would ever leave this house.

She doesn't break her gaze, doesn't waver under the weight of hostility radiating from the table. Security hesitates in the doorway—two men in dark suits, clearly uncertain whether to intervene without explicit orders from Lucas. "This isn't just a hostile takeover pitch," Flora announces, pulling a matte black flash drive from her coat pocket with deliberate slowness. "It's a manipulation. And Evangeline Reed isn't who she says she is." She pauses, letting the tension build. "Her real name is Eva Roslin. Former intelligence manipulator. Financial saboteur. And code-named Viper."

"Those incidents occurred during an operational drill. This is a strategic trial. The situation is completely different." "She isn't going with you," Jakob growls. He takes another step forward, his massive chest rising and falling heavily. His Alpha aura begins to flare, a heavy wave of heat and damp pine rolling off his skin. "She made a deal with the Blue Moon Pack. We honor our deals." "You honor what you can defend," Uriel murmurs softly. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't bulk up his posture. But the air around him drops ten degrees in a fraction of a second. A sharp, metallic chill spreads across the turf, biting into my skin right through my blazer.

“I can barely see him.” I stared at Asher’s blurry figure inside the healing chamber. “So,” Killburg cleared his throat. “The Prime pack doesn’t have a working Alpha?” He was changing the subject, and I was glad that he did. “Yeah,” I said. “And you’ll soon be burning up with Draco flu, so we aren’t having a working Alpha for another month?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said absent-mindedly. “Wait! Draco flu? What’s Draco flu?” “Your dragon didn’t tell you?” Killburg looked at Zxlorthon sleeping soundly on my head.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

Cold and efficient. I had been mad at Castle, but underneath it, my heart had twisted, because some sick part of me felt wanted. Possessed. Loved in a way that was violent and irreversible. And I fell deeper. God help me, I fell so much deeper. Then came Daniel Flair, the bastard. I thought he was an ally at first, a partner who would stand by me through thick and thin. But he had been watching me, studying me. He had that damn video—the one mistake that has now ruined me forever.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

Atticus swallowed an aborted growl at the discomfort his mate showed when the doctor began his examination. The doctor paused when he heard the aborted growl and looked over the sheet at Atticus, but the dragon king simply looked away. He knew if he spoke It would only scare the doctor since Draven was forward with him. Draven was itching to get out and make a snack out of the doctor. He didn't like it one bit where that doctor's hands were right now and wanted to bite those hands off. Atticus' body trembled as he fought Draven back.