Villains Romance Novels & Stories

My hand pressed against his thighs as he pulled me into another round of kisses, his lips taking every inch of my mouth. I smiled internally, Tonia thinks she could implicate me so that I would be kicked out. So lame. It's so bad, that I'm prepared for whatever stunt she was trying to pull earlier and in the future too…. because I won't leave Marcello's side until I destroy whatever he loves and has. That includes Tonia, I will make love a dangerous crime. A soft growl escaped his lips, vibrating against my lips as my hands moved up his thigh. His body shook as if jolted by electricity as my hand stopped in front of his cock. With our lips still connected, I could feel every reaction emanati

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE AFFAIR THAT WASN’T “The most dangerous betrayal is the one people expect you to commit.” The rumors hit first. Like whispers with knives in their teeth, they came slithering in through back alleys and encrypted messages, always the same shape: Emilia Romano has been seen with Jace Vitale. She kissed him before the war began. She leaked the route to protect him, not her cousin. She was always his.

I said, turning around in his arms and resting my head against his chest while the whole room filled with the quiet murmur of our victorious warriors. "We are going to build a great life together right here, Fantine, and no one is ever going to threaten our pack or our family ever again," Riley promised, pressing a firm kiss against my forehead while I held him tight, completely ready for our new future together.

To me, it felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, my feet too close to the drop. I had been living a lie. Every step I took in this place was calculated. Every smile, every answer, every flash of charm. Mara Vance, the identity I wore like a second skin, was supposed to be unshakable. A weapon. But somewhere between the lies and the truth, I had lost track of the mission. Because Damien Cole wasn’t supposed to feel human. He wasn’t supposed to look at me like I was the only person in the room. He wasn’t supposed to trust me with things no one else had ever heard. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to make my heart race when his hand brushed mine across a table.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

“I heard noises in my sleep.” "There was a break-in by a petty theif," Victor lied smooth. "But it has been handled now. Go back to bed." She frowned but nodded, kissing his cheek before leaving us. When we were alone again, Victor just glared hard at Damien. “That isn't true and you know it. I love Elara's mother just like I loved your mother.” Damien snorted. “Yet you let her die.” The tension that filled the room was heavy and almost suffocating.

It was sweet and sour all at the same time. I liked Anton and so did Kayla, often wishing that he was my mate instead of Dorian, things would be so much simpler if he was, or if Jamie was my only mate. I heard that most wolves only get one mate their entire life and it was rare to have two at the same time. Sometimes the goddess allowed a second mate of the first one dies, but it wasn’t often they were together and alive. But that’s the point Riven, we’ve never been normal. Kayla growls, hating the way that I see us. It’s about time you accept that we will never have a normal life. We’re special.

I explained, clutching my phone so tightly I thought it might crack. Hansel shook his head with a small scoff. That small, black spot beside his lips—an imperfection that somehow made him even more irresistible—twitched as he smiled. It was a detail I caught myself staring at more often than I liked to admit. "Do not let this be the greatest mistake of your life, Viella. Letting your husband all alone with a woman who is carrying his child? The havoc could be irreversible most times." "Wh...what are you insinuating?" I swallowed hard.

she said and frowned. "Hurt goes alongside love. It hurts so much." she lowered her voice as she thought of Steve. He was her first love but he threw that away. "If that love you talk about is happiness, then I can never feel that love. I hate happiness." Rielle stopped and faced him. She stared at him for a while before she talked. "Although, when I was coming up with my story, I wrote that your hate, anger and hostility was due to jealousy. It was due to wickedness. I wanted you to be hated and all." she exhaled. "Now, I can't help but feel sorry for you. All your life have being filled with nothing but hate and sadness. Even when you were just an innocent infant."