Wicked Villains Series Novels & Stories

"Looks can be deceiving." "So can reputations. We'll see if yours is earned. Or fabricated." Through my Eclipse senses, I felt her power. She was strong. Skilled. Dangerous. But also insecure. Threatened. Afraid. She saw me as competition. As a threat to her status. Her reputation. "I'm Vivian," she said. "Leader of the Shadow Sisters. We specialize in dark magic. Forbidden techniques. Power most wolves fear to touch." "Dark magic is dangerous. Corruptive. Unpredictable."

How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

The door clicked shut behind him. Leaving Ivy and Sebastian alone with a truth neither of them had ever imagined. The real enemy wasn’t Daniel. Wasn’t Adrian. Wasn’t Elena. It was the man who built the empire. And suddenly the war inside the Blackwood family had become deadly. Because if Victor Blackwood truly killed Julian— Then Sebastian might already be next.

I’d gotten my revenge. There was no one left to interfere with my matebond with Victor. We could finally start a family, just as we’d always wanted. I could—— ——— ‘What a predictable ending,’ I thought to myself, dropping my phone onto the bed next to me. And to think I’d thought this werewolf web novel would be different. They really got me excited in the first half, believing maybe the storyline would be unique, but it turns out it was just the same as the others. How many of these had I read now? Fifty? A hundred? Did I even care anymore?

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

It's not that hard, specially they're many students know them and also watch them grow stronger. "We understand, we are splitting ourselves in different areas." "Just let me know if you're in danger and I will call you right away. You don't have to fight for me, this is my game." Katara uttured, Fina nodded. "Thank you." She said, Fina smiled. Unlike her, Fina and other wolverians can gather information about the area without any suspicion. They'll not appear on the map since they are not part of the game. Good thing she met them.

In the vast white space it stood like a spot of dirt in an immaculately clean surface, soiling its pristine appearance. It began giving off energy in wisps of dark smoke, moving in a rather slow swirling motion, which were all soon absorbed by the white space producing what could be considered a floating translucent ball of light. DING!!! A sharp, loud sound once again reverberated across the whole area, sending ripples across the whole space. {System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence.

“The cheap woman! She- she –hick- must be involved in all of this!” "We're dead now!" "See! We were not gathered here to be saved! Crap!” “Let's- let's get out!” “But monsters and those rebels are here!” "Huh? A child? That's the wicked woman's child?" “Oh, they gathered other servants!” "Poor of them who failed to escape from this place, hick," The murmur get louder as they saw behind Fuschia a line of servants and rebels following her obediently. Their hatred increases to compensate for the fear that surrounds the heart.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

“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.