Villains You Love To Hate Novels & Stories

*** Wednesday Evening I sat at Diana’s place... two glasses of wine between us on the coffee table, candles burning low... and she looked exhausted but relieved. “How do you feel?” she asked quietly, softening in her lavender sweats. “Relieved,” I admitted. “But nervous too. Things are moving fast.” She nodded. “People hate her, Lillian. They needed a villain... it’s easier to wrap the scandal in a familiar face.” That sounded right to me. We’d been the villains before... me, seen as the gold digger; Isabelle, as the spoiled rich girl. Now all of that was weaponized.

"Let's see what we're doing for today." I clicked a folder on my computer. Employment process and staff checks. The main goal is to fish out Thor's pawns and eliminate them. But how will I know when he always makes sure to avoid suspicion? I twirled on my chair as if it'll make my thought process faster, it did. I stopped and opened a new page on the computer, typed in childhood. Thor doesn't recruit loyal people, he recruits people he has something against. People with something to lose, people like me.

Her voice trembled with emotion as she expressed her feelings. I reached out, placing a gentle hand on hers, and said, "I'm so sorry for what happened and how much it hurts, but don't let that hate overshadow your genuine kindness." She looked down abruptly, overwhelmed by her emotions. She finally said, "Raymond, I only really wanted two things in my life— to find my fated mate and have pups of my own. But they stole that from me." Her voice broke as she cried, tears streaming down her face. I sat quietly, offering her support, knowing that she needed comfort and understanding during this difficult time. How can I assist Michelle during this time?

Someone had recorded it and posted it online and for about a week I had been mildly internet famous in local activist circles, which did absolutely nothing to help my electricity bill. I knew what Dominic Ashford was. I had known men like him my whole life, men who looked at a place and saw square footage instead of people, who talked about progress and meant profit. My mother used to say that the most dangerous kind of person is the one who genuinely believes that what is good for their bank account is good for the world. I thought about that every time I saw another Ashford Developments sign go up somewhere in the city. Now I was sitting at my mother's table looking at a number I couldn't

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.

The video left everyone in shock, in a span of minutes, a riot broke out, the citizens were angered that the amount of comments on the internet was so fierce. The video left everyone in shock, no one knew how to react to such shocking truth, first they couldn't believe that William Hart, the man that always portrayed a good image was so dirty, they couldn't believe that their best actor, Bryce was killed by his own father!! who could believe such shocking truth? He killed his own wife, if he could kill his own wife and son, then what about a mere commoner, all the citizens shivered in fear.

"It's just I was like you at some point. In business school, then after the breakup, Aiden and I were done, and I swore I would want nothing to do with him. I hated him, and you seem to think you do as well." She stopped at that, doubling down in more laughter. "I don't think, I do." "No. You see, your hatred comes with doubt. It's not direct. It's just as fierce, but it's just as false." "You're incorrect. There's nothing invalid about it." Her smirk was back. "I may be wrong. Why the hate? If you don't mind me asking." "He hurt someone I care about." "Aiden? Hurt someone? He does a lot of stupid things, but to hurt someone? Maybe I missed out."

I wish to make them both wished they were dead than to be alive and suffer my torment. I noticed I was becoming too bitter, angry and resentful. I've never wished my enemies misfortune before, neither have I laughed at someone else's misfortune because I've been there, I knew what I'd feel like, but right now all I deeply wished for was to see them both burn to the ground. I wanted so bad to snap their necks whenever I remembered or took a glance at them, I wanted to end their lives at any cost. It was this rage that made me loose guard and refused to focus on the important things in front of me.

I hear her say obviously shocked that I was still taking his side after what he had done to me. I hated the fact that I was made to still love Xander after what he had done to me,even though I tried so hard to hide it,I still showed it without even knowing it. I really just guess you could not choose who it was for your heart to love,the stupid thing just goes on to love even though it is against your wish to love that particular person. " you still love him right?" I hear Brielle's tiny voice say from a distance as she snapping me out of my little train of thoughts and back to reality.

"That's right, but just the possibility of having lost frightened him. While he was doing all these things, you were trying to push him away out of fear of what you felt, I don't think you've ever loved someone before and you're afraid that love made you vulnerable. Lillian knew it was true, she knew that for a long time she wanted to hide what she felt for Adam until that love faded away, but it was like trying to hide the immensity of the galaxy. "I didn't want to go to Italy, I still don't want to but I want him. " Lillian confessed. "Giving time is dangerous, I know you love each other but other people could appear both in your way and in his. "Geneva had said and that possibility alone