You Got The Wrong House Villain Novels & Stories

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

I'd rather it been sooner than later. Alpha Evan slowed down as we neared a gated fence. The guard on duty stood to attention, almost as if he'd been waiting for us to arrive and hurriedly opened the doors. A cobblestone pathway lead to a circular driveway in front of which stood a larger than life Victorian style villa, painted an off white, giving it a royal look. The previous Alpha had definitely been loaded if this was their pack house. "Here we are," Alpha Evan muttered, giving me a sidelong glance.

一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice. 一 No, my love. I'm your worst nightmare 一 I replied at the same time and she shuddered. I wouldn't stoop to that level, but it was necessary. I had just been threatened inside my own home and I wouldn't let that go, I know very well who I am and I would never let the type of person like her try to humiliate me.

“Duh, he won’t. As long as we don’t get further orders from Marcellus we’re not supposed to take any action. So, right now be patient.” I wish I had come a little sooner to know about their plan but at least I can warn Zack. THIS IS WHY I HATE MAFIA!!! I swallow hard and as I sigh, the door opens in an instant making me flinch. A tall bald guy, wearing a suit stares at me in disbelief. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I manage a fake smile. “I…,” I breathe. “I’m sorry, I’m just… searching for my ring,” I swallow as I walk away quickly.

I walked gently downwards , my hands held onto the trigger of my gun ready to shoot if confronted by the enemy. As I walked closer the house became more visible. The house was made with wood and the roof made of Albestos. It looked like the shack of the serial killers in the horror movie ; WRONG TURN. I saw Zarvier's black SUV truck parked outside the shack, this confirmed my suspicion, yes, this is it.

"But… but you said I was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You said my name was so pretty." "I wasn’t talking about you." I was fantasizing about someone else. "Now, for the last time, get the hell out of my house." The tears started to fall, carving lines through her makeup. "You’re a dick." "Yeah, well, you should have known that when I called you by the wrong name. Now move it before I drag you out myself." I turned my back on her, grabbing a pair of boxer briefs from my drawer and yanking them on, my skin crawling with the need to scrub the entire night off of me.

"Exactly. Everyone in this circle knows Vanessa is Leo's most devoted lapdog. She obviously loves Leo the most!" Just when everyone thought the question was far too simple, I slowly shook my head. "No. He isn't here." The room fell into stunned silence. Even Leonardo, who usually couldn't care less about me, had his face turn sour immediately. As for me, having finally spoken my truth, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. The masquerade was finally over. I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. I just wanted this absurd farce of mistaking the wrong person to end as soon as possible.

The Wrong Letter “Oh, dam-nn!" She stuttered. The name on the envelope was not the one she had prayed to see, it was different and that fact alone made her tremble slightly. Bella’s fingers tightened around the paper as if doing that alone could change the ink. For a moment she simply stood there staring at the paper while different scenes were playing out in her mind while she was struggling to catch up with what her heart already understood. The maid had taken the wrong one somehow. A letter from Theo was already on its way out of the estate to Andre in what was the stupidest mistake she could ever dream of.

“You won the golden design competition that only comes once every four years?” “Yes,” Jessica said quickly, flipping her hair. “I did.” Eric leaned back slightly, surprise briefly showing in his eyes. ‘Lucky me, my girl is talented,’ he thought. Then he turned to Mr. Oma, “Why did you employ such a scheming woman in my company?” “I’m sorry, sir,” the COO replied quickly. “There was nothing in her record that suggested anything like what Ms. Stone said.” “Ms. Edison,” Jessica corrected sharply, her eyes flashing with irritation. She wanted the title clearly stated that she was no longer Ms Stone but Ms Edison.