Wicked Villains Series Novels & Stories

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

The Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools. "Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines. I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?" "You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.

Poor Emerald Cooper: her half-sister hated her so much she wanted her dead before her twenty-fourth birthday. Will thought he should practice being honest more often. Next time. “I guess psychopaths aren’t all the same after all,” she said, eyeing him. If it would satisfy her to call him a psychopath, a serial killer, or a monster, so be it. Will wouldn’t give a shit. Those words meant nothing to him anyway. “No, we aren’t.” “So, you agree that you are a psychopath.”