Where The Villains Loyalty Lies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Covered in bruises. He was on Ariella’s patrol team. His punishment? Simple. I stop before the center pyre and toss the box onto a wooden table. Then I turn to the crowd. “Betrayal,” I say, voice sharp, “has a cost.” The wind shifts. A few wolves glance at each other. “Loyalty is not just obedience,” I continue. “It’s vigilance. It’s foresight. It’s making sure that the enemies we lay beside never rise beside someone else.”

I took another step forward, my chest rising with the power that surged through me. “They think they can break us,” I said. “They think they can take what’s ours. They think that we are weak because we protect our own. Because we choose love, loyalty, and honor over blood and betrayal. Unlike them, they chose to look us in the eye, all while stabbing us, all while gathering information and giving it to the enemy. We trusted them blindly and they chose to use that against us. Now they are going to realize who they are standing against.” A growl rippled through the room.

“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 is aloof, timid, and dangerous. Despite initial confusion and skepticism, Lory finds herself drawn to this enigmatic man who eventually invites her to his upscale condo. As they grow closer, Lory learns about the man's troubled past and criminal involvement but chooses to stay by his side, embracing the darkness within him. Is it a right choice for Lory to love him until the very end, knowing the risks and challenges that come with being involved with someone like Phoenix? Or just like in the book, villains don't believe in love and loyalty is merely a tool for manipulation and control for them? Warning: R18+

“And the deeper you bury them, the more devastating the consequences when they are revealed.” Olivia’s hands clenched into fists. Fear mingled with something else—anger, frustration, a sense of helplessness she had never felt before. “You understand, Olivia,” Nuel said, stepping closer, “that loyalty is not optional. Obedience is your shield. And deceit… is a risk you cannot afford.” “Yes,” she whispered, voice barely audible. He paused, eyes narrowing. “Good. Because today, your true test begins.” ⸻

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

For someone who was completely sure she's getting the job and is better than me, she looks like she's dreading the question. “I value loyalty. So much.” Gavin begins. Uh oh.. Why do I have a feeling I know where this conversation is headed? “You said you value loyalty, and I took your word for it. Someone close betrayed me before, and if we're going to work together, we should be on the same page, don't you agree?” Laila is silent for a while before she replies with a nod. “Laila Wilson, have you ever betrayed your best friend?” Oh God…

Wolves howled in unison, shaking the hall. Damian’s eyes narrowed as he lowered Damon back into Ella’s arms. “And let it be known,” he continued, his gaze sweeping the room, pausing a fraction longer on Theo and Liam, “that in Dam-Nighade, loyalty is the shield, and betrayal is the fire that burns. Let no one forget it.” The hall roared again, though a chill ran through the spines of more than a few who understood the double edge of his words. Philipa sipped her wine slowly, hiding a smile. So this was the man the northern region feared. Fierce, calculating, and yet… undeniably magnetic.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

He wanted to show her how reliable he could be. He didn’t expect this much anger. He didn’t expect her to believe he was some evil menace, to believe that he was not a man of his word. Because he was a man of his word. He never lied, at least he never lied about anything important, and when he promised revenge on someone, he always delivered. He had a great track record of making good on his threats, so that meant he was dependable. He took another drag. If proving his dependability and reliability wasn’t enough, he needed to prove his character in other matters.