Villan Books Novels & Stories

His jaw tightened as he forced each word out, as though holding himself back from something far more violent. “You’ve only proven to me..." His eyes darkened as they bore into her. "Just how low and despicable you truly are as a woman... giving your body away so easily, and to someone like Villion.” “And who should it be if not Villion?” Lila retorted coldly. “You?” she added. “Bruno, let me be clear... out of all four of you, Villion is the only one I will ever give the right to my body.”

The Villain I pad down the stairs, impressed with the fact that I got ready for school with only three-quarter of my brain still dead to the world. I yawn obnoxiously as I enter the kitchen but that yawn quickly turns into unladylike hacking as gusts of smoke enter my mouth. I bat the fumes away and rush for the window above the sink, shoving a body away to get to it. Once a significant amount of smoke had cleared the room I turned to Gia, who was sitting around the tiny round table, a cigarette in her hand. There were already three lit cigarette buds in the ashtray, I glower at her.

Yillan replied, feeling a little flustered. “By the way, Zairo Lee,” he said and extended his hands towards her. “Yillan Yoon,” she said as she accepted his hand. Yillan felt the warmth of his hand enveloping her small slender hands, her heart started to race again, something was tickling in her heart. Zai couldn't let go of the small hands, he wanted to stay at that moment for a while. Feeling her small warm hand, he stopped himself to pull and hug her. How he wishes he can hold this hand for a long time.

I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER (werewolf story book1) ENDLESSLY MINE (werewolf story book2) AVAILABLE BOOKS Werewolf Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 "Por Siempre Tuya" - Book 1 "I Belong to you forever" BOOK 2 SEQUEL (Goodnovel) Libro 2 "Eternamente Mia" - Book 2 "Endlessly Mine" BOOK 3 SEQUEL (Goodnovel) Libro 3 "Infinitamente Nuestra - Book 3 "Infinitely Ours"

Chapter 122: The Manhattan Re-alignment The wood fire in the library was crackling, the only sound competing with the heavy rain hitting the big windows of the villa. The room was a space with dark wood shelves, old leather books and comfy velvet armchairs but it felt tense, like a war room.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

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.

Still, birthdays have a strange way of making even the most confident man reflective. Inside the hall, the energy was already buzzing. Friends, families, acquaintances, residents of the sub-villages and everyone mingling, laughing, drinking. The Lethal Team occupied one corner like they owned intimidation itself. The Diablos looked dangerously relaxed. The Seven Deadly Sins radiated their usual chaotic magnetism. Villareal Heirs, Billion-Heirs, the Montifierro Brothers… Black Village gatherings were never small affairs. My eyes drifted toward our table.

KILLIAN’S POV She smelled sweet. That was the first thought that popped into my head when I was close to her. Her skin feels so soft, another thought as my fingers trailed her arms. My proximity to Lilliana Masters was making weird thoughts enter my head. Sweet? Soft? I was starting to sound like some sort of poet. Still, though, it amazed me how quickly she caught on to using the gun, despite her aversion to it. I found myself wondering what exactly could have happened that made her despise guns so much.

Not when everything he was offering was a lie. “I’m not yours,” Lian whispered, barely audible. Cheng’s eyes darkened. “Yet.” He stood, slowly, brushing his fingers along Lian’s jaw with casual confidence, then stepped away to pour himself another drink. Lian let out a slow exhale the moment his back was turned. “who was she by the way” Lian asked but got no reply. ………. THE HERNANDEZ VILLA……….. Vivian sat in a side lounge, legs crossed, eyes blankly watching the room. Her fingers drummed against her glass of champagne—untouched.