Villainous Flug Novels & Stories

I turned around to stare directly into his eyes, which looked cryptic under the dim light. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not Annika Summers. I am Vivian Cunningham, your wife. Remember?" I said sarcastically before running out of the closet. I did my best to hold back my tears and not cry in front of him, but my emotional armor shattered as soon as I rushed into the room and locked myself inside. It was just a mistake, a drunken mistake. Nothing else. What did I expect? Of course, he's still in love with his little bird. Of course, he didn't want me.

Russell questioned as he gazed at his mother who was packing the luggages into the suitcase. Flora turned to look at her son with misty eyes, he was too young to understand anything that was going on, after she watched the video, she was left in shock, the husband she got married to was a murderer, not only did he kill his son, he also killed his wife, then what about her? what was she like in his eyes? she was just an insect whom he could crushed at any time, she was called a gold digger for having married a rich man, but she never cared, instead she continued the painful journey with love, the love she had for him. This instant she vowed to never have anything to do with him, never again,

The smell of smoke followed Elena Vale into death. It crawled into her lungs like poison, thick and unforgiving, as the golden ballroom collapsed into chaos around her. Flames devoured silk curtains. Crystal chandeliers shattered like falling stars against marble floors. The world she once ruled was now a funeral built of fire. And somewhere beyond the inferno—people were laughing. “Elena Vale did it!” “She finally snapped!” “The villainess tried to kill Lady Seraphina!”

The evil queen frowned after she heard the report of her subordinates, which are all monsters. “You said that the prince of the neighboring kingdom is still alive?!” she asked as her eyes narrowed sinisterly. She is referring to Florian, and right now is leading his army in the battle against her army of monsters.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.

The First Vampire spoke and it was the first time I saw him smile as he stared at the empty wall at the other end of the hallway. "Elnea?" Curiosity sparked inside me upon hearing the name of a flower I've never heard of before. My question made The First Vampire chuckle. "Have you seen a sword, a fairy and a flower on the flag of Eleneas? What do you call it?" "Yea? It's a lily? What about it?"

The strange lady instantly flared up, also jumping to her feet. “She can’t be your wife. I’m meant to become your wife or have you forgotten? Look at her…” her furious gaze trailed towards my stance. “You seriously cannot be serious.” She let out a dark chuckle, following the dirty assessment on my appearance. “You can’t pick her over me!” She snapped whilst her index shoved at her chest. “She looks picked from the slums, like she’s worthless and has no value. I’m better than her and you know it. You can’t marry her!” She deadpanned with an unserious stubbornness.

Ziss said out, the werewolf king and queen just reaching them. “Hi Flavia.” “Hi Areli and Conri. These two are now abandoning me, just kicking me to the carb. I will get you guys, you should bet on that.” Flavia said, turning to her children with them smiling widely because they had won. “I will have to run back, not when the night was so promising.” She added, thinking of what Dante’s surprise probably was.

"The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never quite chose her. She is still in your palace as we speak. She is the second blade." He pauses. His mouth works. The fourth sentence costs him more than the other three. He spends a long second looking past me, at something I cannot see, gathering whatever a dead king gathers when he is trying to push a single sentence across a current he is not allowed to cross again. "And there is a ninth name on your mother's list. The one she could not say to you in Paria. Your uncle is its servant. Your consort is its servant. Even your cousin Rose is bei