Villan Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Vlad raised an eyebrow as he caught the title: The Night That Devoured the Heart. A vampire romance written by a human in the nineteenth century. “Since when did you become a romantic?” Vlad asked, his tone dripping with irony. Lucian closed the book, stared at the cover for a moment, and let out a deep sigh. “I thought I was going to have to give you a good correction these days,” Vlad continued, crossing his arms. The ruby ring on his finger caught the faint firelight. “You seemed possessed. But it appears you’ve resolved your internal crisis on your own. You’re calmer. That tells me the human is no longer in immediate danger from you.”

I could feel it in my bones. ~RONAN~ They’re doing dinner? When the hell did that start? They say it’s every marriage counselor’s dream to see their clients make progress. But with Lillian, my dream is a nightmare. “What was that about?” Liam’s voice snapped me back. “That,” I ground out, “was Lillian. And her husband.” Liam’s eyes nearly bulged. “She’s married?” “Yes, Liam. She’s married.” He blinked, then leaned in. “And you’re still going after her?”

I tell her, I was mostly talking about myself. "Well not me. I'll be extra careful." She said as she blushed deeply. Well that's a first, I've never seen Vitalia Romano blush. I wriggled my eyebrow suggestively. "So..." I trailed off. "Stop it! I'm definitely not going to talk about my non existent sex life with you!" She whisper yelled, her face crimson red. "So, the high and mighty Vita Romano is a virgin?" I said with a mischievous smirk, Vita looks utterly embarrassed, she looked like she wanted the ground to magically open and swallow her.

Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

*** 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.

"Maddie, you've gone too far. I've been defending you all along, yet you remain so stubborn." I silently scoffed. I thought Charlie would actually be the sane one, but he turned out to be an idiot too. I laughed and asked, "Did I ask you to defend me?" Charlie raised his voice and yelled, "Maddison Sherman!" I shouted back, "Charlie Sherman!" Are we competing to see who can yell louder? Come on, let's compete." Back in my real world, I had been crushed under work pressure, almost breaking down under my manager's demands. Since I ended up in a fictional story, I finally had the chance to go crazy.

Lucien ripped his shirt open the buttons popping and breaking at the action. I giggled from beneath him as he looked down at me lustfully. Lucien brought his lips back to mine, Softly pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. The action setting fire to my lustful desires. I tugged at him, My tongue darting between his lips as we fought for dominance. Gliding the palms of my hands down his tattooed chest as I cupped his bulge. Lucien groaned "God María if you don't stop doing that, you're making it harder for me to control myself around you" Lucien breathed against my lips.

" Arrrgh ,this male lead is so annoying ,I really feel like slapping him " Jade exclaimed angrily. She was currently reading the most popular novel which had been recently released with the title 'A Taste of love' it was an high school love story . What Jade hated about the story was the annoying male lead and the Villianess who had the same name as her but was dumb as fûck. " Just shut the fûck up and let me sleep" her roommate and best friend, Tiana screamed at her. They lived together outside their school's campus, they both were in their second year in University .

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

“Scumbag, how dare you threaten me!” “Deeply in love? What a joke!” Sophia laughed. “You believe that this mongrel and this witch are deeply in love with each other? I’m telling you that they are tricking you. The baby in that witch’s womb didn’t belong to this mongrel! They put up a show just to blackmail you.” “You’re joking. The child belongs to me!” Benedict rebutted. Yvonne couldn’t sleep with another man when they were together. Furthermore, they were deeply in love with each other. Why would she lie to him?