When The Villaines Loves Novels & Stories

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

he whispered. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you! She should be here,” Lilly pressed, “She wouldn’t run into that vagabond’s arms. She loved you. She told me that Claiborne. She never told me she loved Johannes. She told me she was happy here. I’ve never seen her happier, Claiborne, you have to believe me.” Claiborne remained unfazed and turned away from her. Lily felt fear grip her, if Claiborne refused to help, then the chances of finding Eddie became slimmer and slimmer.

But she never said anything about bringing him down. “Well, that’s another story. A task given by the late Empress Catherine. It isn’t really my duty to comply but it coincides with my plan. You know, winning his affection, gaining his trust, and then betraying him in the end. Wouldn’t that be the sweetest revenge?” I curved my lips diabolically as Ben continued to stare at me. “I won’t force you to believe me and everything that I say but let me tell you something ..” I pursued my lips and looked straight into his eyes with all sincerity while pointing at the notebook “Everything written in here is absolute. Observe and you’ll see that I speak no lie.” Ben gave out a deep sigh and pulled th

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

The scent of magic and mischief clung to her like perfume. “Late, mutt,” she said without looking up. “Or were you hoping I’d get bored and curse a few tourists while I waited?” “Don’t tempt me,” I growled, stepping closer. She finally turned her head. Our eyes met, and there it was again. That flare. That unbearable flicker of something too alive to be hate… and far too dangerous to be love. Selene Ravenshade but now known in the film industry as Virelli.

I looked at him kneeling there, broken. What good were these words now? I was already dead. Killed by the woman he had cherished above all else. Some truths arrive too late to mean anything. Right now, Vivienne was probably at the Elder Sanctum, waiting for Damien. Playing the brave, fragile patient. Smiling sweetly at everyone around her. She would sigh to the attendants, "Damien? He's the Vampire King's Chief Enforcer, but he drops everything for me. Isn't that what real love looks like?"

Vivienne whispered. Marcus nodded. “And dependent on him.” Daniel didn’t care about the board. He cared about Vivienne. He stepped closer. “This doesn’t change anything.” Vivienne laughed weakly. “It changes everything.” She looked at the screen again. Her love. Weaponized. Daniel reached for her. She stepped back. Not because she didn’t want him. Because she was afraid of what loving him would cost. “She’s forcing my hand,” Vivienne said. Daniel’s chest tightened. “What are you saying?”

This bastard is exactly the same as that old man, Alistair Vance. Inside her mind, Vivienne cursed endlessly. Yet at the same time, flashes of last night suddenly replayed inside her head. Dominic groaning helplessly beneath Giselle, marking each other’s necks, making love without caring about her existence as his legal wife. That overwhelming heartbreak suddenly triggered something wild inside Vivienne’s chest.

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

But for one full half-second, my consort's face is the face of a man who has just been told a thing his coordinator did not tell him, a thing his architect did not warn him about, a thing his ancient cousin in her blue veil has been keeping from him because she did not trust him with it. "Sweetheart. Your mother is in Paria." "My mother gave me a list, Liam. There are nine names on it. Yours is not the worst of them." He recovers his smile. But the recovery is half a beat too slow, and we both know I saw the flicker, and we both know that whatever I am about to say next is the last sentence I will be allowed to speak in his presence. He does not let me finish it. He turns me — gently, the wa