Novel & Cerita Villan

Adrianna POV. I have been so busy since I killed Victor. Ivy has gotten over the pain she had gone through. I really blamed myself for not figuring it out. We have been trying to track down Elijah but he has gotten very good at hiding. I haven't been given any job to assassinate him but the fact that he is holding women hostage makes me want to kill him. I am an assassin therefore I have done some jobs for him but I have never killed the innocent. Before I kill someone, I always do a background check on them. Lily and Ivy have gotten pretty close but Ivy knows that she can't include her into our lifestyle. We employed her as our housekeep so that Maria can at least get some rest. They have b

Lucian greeted, I merely nodded once, opting to stay silent. Aedion smiled at us "So, shall we talk?" He grinned. • After around 2 hours of business talk and 5 martinis, it was finally time to leave "Always a pleasure Lucian" Aedion smiled, his eyes flickering to me "And an even greater pleasure dear Vixen" He grinned That's what I was known as. The Vixen. Every good assassin needs a badass name after all. "Likewise" I smiled politely He moved in to kiss my cheek goodbye, a polite gesture that turned sour as his hands drifted awfully low

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

"Dad, Mom, you know what she's like! She's obsessive, paranoid, completely irrational. She made that report to test me. It's fake!" Then he turned toward Vivian, desperation written all over his face as he reached for his last lifeline. "Vivian, you believe me, don't you? How could I possibly have something like that? She barely lets me talk to other women. I've done nothing wrong!" Vivian stood perfectly still. The gentle warmth she usually carried had vanished, replaced by icy disgust. She took a step back, avoiding the hand he reached toward her. "Done nothing wrong?" With a cold laugh, Vivian pulled out her phone and pressed play.

she said. And then she stretched more and she could feel the bones in her neck straining. Karou held onto her ankle and tried pushing her away. Jun wasn’t a messy fighter. But when your opponent refused to stay down you had to fight messy. She removed her leg and she planned to stomp on her face, but Karou moved out of the way quickly. Takashi had given her an antidote earlier, but she hadn’t taken it because it didn’t seem to affect her. She got the vial from her pocket and she squeezed it and threw it against her face and it broke.

The deep, gravelly voice cut through the dark living room, making her gasp and spin around. Julian Vance stood at the entrance of the dim hallway,Marcus’s father. At fifty-four, Julian didn't look like a man entering the prime of his life,he looked like a predator at the peak of his power. He was broader than his son, taller, with sharp grey eyes that seemed to strip away a person's defenses with a single glance. He wore a dark charcoal pair of trousers and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, vein-lined forearms covered in dark hair. He held a glass of scotch, the ice clinking softly as he took a step forward into the room.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

, which makes them believe. Vera did not think so. She rubbed the handle and said. "You should still have a bodyguard to protect you." Selina wanted to laugh at Vera's statement. What she is afraid of is not the group of Orla people coming to cause trouble, but fear that when they arrive, she can't control the wolf's power and beat him to death.

Vivian said quietly. She stepped closer and lowered her voice as she spoke. "But you need to be careful. I have heard some bad things about Cassian Virell. Everyone knows he is ruthless and cold, but there are darker rumors out there." I frowned, my grip tightening on the file folders. "What kind of rumours?" "People say he has a secret underground facility somewhere on his properties," Vivian whispered. She looked around as though she was making sure no one was, "They say he keeps an entire black-market interrogation unit down there where he erases people who cross him.

Like always Vic ghost around the room appearing in one place before disappearing only to reappear in another. He’s like a fucking enigma. He slices throats and shoots people in the back of the head, never once being heard and seen. Vic’s one of those men who grew up in this shit along side Vale, Geo and a few others. They practically came out of the womb with a gun in hand and already gained in hand to hand combat before even learning to crawl. Vic how ever is on a whole different level of fucking crazy. He’s the secret weapon when we go on missions, the sniper on the roof and the sleeper cell we use when we need an inside man.