Villains Romance Novels & Stories

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "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 qui

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

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.

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

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.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

“Come on, spill. I heard rumors about the penthouse, the tension, the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you and lock you away at the same time. Has the ruthless Matteo Moretti finally been… tamed? Or are you two still hate-fucking your way through every argument?” Heat flooded my cheeks. The memory of this morning flashed through me riding him slow and deep, then the shower, his body pressing me against the tile, my whispered confession still echoing in my head. “It’s complicated,” I muttered, but the way my body reacted gave me away. “There’s hate. There’s… a lot of other things too. He’s not gentle, but sometimes… sometimes he stays. He held me this morning. Kissed my shoulder li

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. _ 4. HIS BROKEN PRINCESS _ VIOLET Fairy tales are just stories told to small girls, who then start dreaming about their prince charming who never comes when you most need him and then you realize the difference between dreams and reality. In real life there are only monsters and villains, who laugh and do evil things that you can’t wake up from. Because your life is a nightmare you never thought it would be.

I kicked them out mid-orgasm. I’ve been with brunettes too. Some of them were actresses. Everything about them had been fake. Including their orgasms. But Rhiannon? With her green eyes, and blonde hair. I’ve never met anyone like her. I think I’m fucked. And my foolish wolf was not helping. My wolf was playing a highlight reel. Replaying her moan, her kiss, her scream, her face when she cums on a repeat as though it was a goddamned movie.

She gently stood up from the couch and made her way to the bathroom. Ariana nodded but didn't give her reply. Her thoughts slowly went towards all the things that happened today. "Everything happened so fast." She muttered. Her thoughts drifted back to Rex. 'If Rex can truly betray me after all we have shared for such a long time. Then why can't Vincenzo, who's only in a contract marriage?' She thought bitterly. ' Marriage is not my thing. There's nothing like love exciting in this world. Everything is just about interest! People coming together to take a missing piece they badly want. People mistake love for interest! There's no love in this world!' She tightened her grip feeling angry.