Villainous Threads Novels & Stories

hе sаys, leаning bаck аgаin, “Mаrcellus hаs bеen sniffing аround yоur territоry. I’vе hеаrd rumours thаt hе’s plаnning somеthing. Mаybе а pаrtnership bеtwеen us could hеlp yоu... deаl with thаt.” My jаw tightens аt thе mеntiоn оf Mаrcellus. Thаt snаke hаs bеen а thorn in my side evеr since hе invaded mе, аnd Kyren knоws it. Нe thinks bringing him uр will gеt undеr my skin, аnd mаybе hе’s right, but I’m nоt gоing tо shоw it. “I’ll deаl with Mаrcellus whеn thе timе сomеs,” I sаy сoolly. “I dоn’t nееd yоur hеlp fо r thаt.”

The heat inside his body makes him feel like he is in a fire. The eyes that were brown a moment ago just turned a shade of golden color with the people rising in size. The hand of Daisuke that was touching his thigh the shiver rises up in between his legs. -Kiss the Villain Spend the night with the Villain itself 12 seconds left 'What in the name of the hell two options? Both of them are the shitsz' (If you fail the mission you will die at the hands of your father!) "WAAAATTTT" Koishi hisses clutching his hand into a tight fist of Daisuke rope pulling it down off from his shoulder.

On the first day of the new decade, a big zombie wave attacked the base, but the ability users were able to defeat the wave but it was enough time for the original soul to escape and slaughter all the scientists and attack the base, that is when his useless and absentee guardian showed up and prominent killed him based on the words of the freaking female lead before she became the female lead. Then to make his life, even sadder the female lead reincarnated became friends with him so that she could meet his useless guardian and hold his thigh during the apocalypse. Of course, then the guardian who was the second male lead showed up mysteriously and found his charge (that he didn't even raise)

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

Now he wasn't sure he'll be seeing either his wife or side chick ever again considering the eerie smile his she-devil of a boss was sending him. "I didn't meant to ma'am, my sister is very sick, she's in the hospital, last stage of ovarian cancer." His tongues spewed the lies while his brain tried coming up with escape route, he could run out now, take the stairs, the securities will be waiting by the elavator so definitely the stairs, and his car? Damn his car! He'll go for a taxi as soon as he leaves and they'll never see or hear from him again, he's made enough money to last him at least two years with Vicky, his beloved side chich, he won't go to his wife, he'll get caught if he does, sh

Whatever I am about to attempt he cannot do for me, and he knows it. "Start with what you know," he says. "The threads inside the palace. Find them the way you always find them. Let that be the foundation." I find them. Senna on the floor above us, her thread the focused, quick-moving thing it is when she is still working even at this hour. Lysa in her rooms, the complicated grief-and-resolve that is her thread's new texture. My father's thread, thin and golden and shortening, and I find it, and I hold it gently the way you hold something you know is going to be gone and you are not ready for but have accepted. Elder Voss in the guest rooms, her thread the compressed density of long-held pow

“The threads confirm it. He plans to strike at the outer villages first, to weaken morale and draw loyal forces away from the capital. Some border packs have already joined him, believing my power corrupts the bloodline and that only his rule can restore stability. He paints me as the poison that must be removed.” A low, dangerous growl rumbled in Lucien’s chest. His hand slid up to cup Caelan’s jaw, turning his face for a deep, claiming kiss. It was fierce and possessive, born of the looming war and the constant fear of losing what they had fought so hard to build. The bond flared hot between them, moonlight threads flickering visibly around their bodies in the morning light.