Villan Books Novels & Stories

I nodded my head and walked towards my desk and laid my bag on the table as I sat down on my chair. "Please," I said, gesturing to her to take a seat in front of me. She smiled and walked ahead and sat in front of me while taking a file and placing it in front of me. "This contains the pay and all other things," she said, I nodded and took it and opened the file. The Villin's are the most fearful and extremely dangerous family. There are many rumors and stories of them ruling the city for years. The system can't do anything against them even if they do, there's a man who would rescue them in just a blink of an eye.

"Because we don't know what we're about to find." Amara looked at her. "I'm ready." Alessia studied her face. Then released her hand. Amara opened the file. The first page contained a list of names. Companies. Bank accounts. Dates. And one name circled in red. VICTORIA LAURENT. Amara turned the page. Another name appeared. ISABELLA MORETTI. She frowned. "Who is Isabella Moretti?" Alessia froze. The color disappeared from her face. Matteo noticed immediately.

Chapter Six [Vanessa's POV] "Living... with him?" The words tasted like sand on my tongue. The air in my office felt thick and suffocating, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out the moment he stated his condition. Roman Vance had left minutes ago, but he had sounded as though I had no option. His presence still lingered long after he had gone, heavy and imposing in my space.

Caitlin walked to it and held out her hands, relishing in its heat. Caitlin looked around, surveying the cozy room. It was dimly lit by candle sconces and bedecked with rugs and cozy, antique sitting chairs. What caught her eye most, though, were the bookcases: she saw at a glance that there was an abundance of riches in this small room. She was astonished. It was a treasure trove of ancient, rare volumes. She felt as if she’d stepped back in time, to a lost world. “I’m looking for a very rare volume,” Caitlin said. “I’m not even certain it exists. Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres. I am looking for the other half of a missing page.”

She took a seat, letting me know that this was far from over as I braced myself. " The coterie has ten villages or communities, outside from this one. Each is led by one of the first hundred people that his majesty turned who have been by his side all throughout the years. Their loyalty has been unshaken all through the years. I have sorted out your side of the library where all your documents are stored. The shelves that have your name carry all the files you will ever need. The files in blue folders contain all the information there is to know about the villages. The green files carry all personal details of all vampires that exist while the black files carry the personal details of all de

I don’t want to carry out this mood the whole time. … EVANDER’S POV She’s pissed off, again. When I saw her coming in, I don’t have the intention of intruding but when Hailee leave her, I find that an opportunity to piss her off so I followed her. She’s looking for a book and when she finds out I spoke from her back saying that I already read the book she picked bit the truth is, I didn’t. I just want to catch her attention. I know that she’s disgusted to see me again and I’m going to get into her life and irritate her even more. She’s hard to deal and she hated me! How am I supposed to feel about it? I want to give her the same favor. We’ll pest each other more and more until someone gives

he replied at last. That was a roundabout way of asking what I was talking about. [Wait, when did she grow a brain?] [She's supposed to be a low-IQ bimbo, chat. Vincent married her for that! How else is he going to take control of her family business?] [Guys, relax. He'll take all her assets, kick that dumb bitch to the curb, and live happily ever after with Best Girl Stephie. This is just a red herring.] I glared at the live chat.

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

“The first wave was meant to observe.” “The second will test.” Sera’s voice was sharp. “And if she fails?” Virell’s gaze was cold. “Then she dies.” — Later, in his private chamber, Virell studied the ancient texts. The Book of Bound Souls. The Codex of Flame. The Scroll of the Root. Each one spoke of convergence. Of mortal and divine. Of bloodlines fractured and reforged. But none mentioned a child born of prophecy before the prophecy itself awakened. He traced a passage in the Codex:

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.