Villian Retirement Novels & Stories

She asked in puzzlement, "Liam, I've always wondered about your true identity. Are you merely a retired veteran as you claim? I've met plenty of soldiers in my time, but truth be told, I've never met anyone that's half as good a martial artist as you. Tell me the truth! Who are you?" Liam's incredible martial arts prowess had far surpassed many of the soldiers she had encountered, and she would even go so far as to say that most of the martial artists who had trained for over half their lives were not nearly as good as him! Even if Liam was telling the truth, why would he retire from the military anyway? With such incredible talents, he would have risen through the ranks easily, so why did h

“Not until they’re forced to.” As if summoned by the thought, the door chimed. Cassian checked the security feed, then stiffened. “You’re not going to like this.” Riven stepped closer. The image resolved into a familiar face older, sharp eyed, dressed in a coat that once bore Council insignia. Elder Virel stood outside the door, coat unfastened, eyes sharp and haunted. A man who had spent decades enforcing Council will and had finally realized the price. “He resigned yesterday,” Cassian said. “Publicly, his the third Elder on the run.”

Marcus Vane. Liam’s jaw tightened. He remembered the stories—how Vane was the man who “handled” problems for powerful people, the one who made inconvenient individuals disappear. Back when his father was at the height of his influence, Vane had been his shadow, his enforcer. Liam had always assumed the man was long dead or retired, buried somewhere no one would look. But according to the payroll documents glowing on his screen, Marcus Vane was very much alive. And he was still on his father’s payroll, listed under the laughable title of “security consultant.”

Sion said to the cameras through the window, "is our timeline." But as they turned to leave, a sleek silver car pulled up behind the town car. A man stepped out—younger than Sion, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Sion! Lilia!" the man called out, holding a microphone. "I’m Julian Vane from Vane Capital. Just wanted to congratulate you. And Lilia... I’d love to hear more about your other business partner. The one who says you still owe him thirty thousand dollars from your 'entrepreneurial startup' last year?"

"The people who framed your father? They aren't done. You’re a liability to them. Under my roof, you’re my property. And I take very good care of my property." "You're crazy," I breathed, "You're an obsessed fool." "Maybe," he shrugged, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "But I’m the only one standing between you and a shallow grave. Now, finish the contract. Read the clause about the public announcement." I turned the page, my vision blurring. "I... I agree to make a public statement of retirement effective immediately, citing personal failures and a lack of commitment to the sport. I will accept a role as an assistant to the Rangers’ training staff under the direct supervision of Jaxson Van

he said. I led him to their rooms. Shayla slept with her dragon plush. Lucas had kicked off his blanket. Aiden’s crib was quiet. Lucian stood in each doorway for a long time. Then he turned to me. “I’m not losing this,” he said. I believed him. But in the hallway, just before dawn, my phone lit up with a new notification. A breaking-news alert. *Ethan Whitaker Announces Retirement: “I’ve Lost More Than Games—It’s Time to Focus on What Matters.”*

By taking Lillian's help I had to schedule all his meetings with the leading brands and launch him at the correct time. And all those days I haven't seen Mr.Villin at all, it was like he just disappeared in thin air. I heard Mathew talking to him on the phone saying to take care of himself and all, Lydia said that Mr.Villin was in France because of some family issues. I just ignored her and focused more on my work, till now we were successful in our plans as Mr.Villin's business has been more successful because of those interviews and magazines.

The long nails dug into her palms as she gritted her teeth. Sienna? It was really her! Vivian took out her phone to dial a number. After dialing the number, she put the phone to her ear. Soon, the person on the other picked up. Staring at the dark sky, Vivian said coldly, "Mr. Russo, I take back what I said to you today." "What do you mean?" "I'm not quitting. Not only am I not quitting, but I can also help Morgan scheme against Daniel." "Have you made up your mind?"

“A-ahem, husband, that was long ago and right now is a different timeline. I know that I was like that, but those criminals truly got into my nerves so they deserved that and to be precise, I was even kind-hearted because I didn’t kill them.” Vailan smiled and asked, “Why are you justifying your actions then? Are you worried that I might misunderstand you?” Lixien felt that Vailan was getting more and more conniving and said seriously, “Husband, either way.. tell me what kind of plan you have in dealing with the rumors?” Vailan really wanted to tease her more but looking at how her cheeks were red because of embarrassment, he backed out with a light smile and said, “Hmm, there’s something th

The retail holiday contracts will expire by Tuesday! Shut up, Harris! Julian snarled, turning his furious gaze back to the monitor. Vivienne, listen to me! You want to punish me? Fine! You want to slide your billionaire boyfriend Thorne into my real estate markets? You have already taken Vane Plaza! But those ships represent the baseline survival of my domestic employees! If those holiday contracts expire, I will have to liquidate the entire northern workforce!