Novel & Cerita You've Got The Wrong House Villain

And yet, someone that formidable had his political mating ruined because of me. The dining table was set with my favorite roasted venison, but I couldn't swallow a bite. My eyes stung. "Casper, don't blame Kyler. I'm the one who's clumsy... I ran to the wrong pack, got the wrong Alpha, and messed up your plans..."

“Screw you too.” I’d pushed him away. I’d insisted on no strings and he’d given me exactly what I asked for and now, the one person who had my back was gone, and I had a Batman impersonator holding knives to my throat. My luck wasn’t just bad.. it was a fucking curse..! I pulled into the driveway of the nice safe house Jacob had given me... another thing I’d have to feel complicated about now. I killed the engine, sitting in the dark for a moment just gathering the will to go inside to my empty quiet house.

Shrieking, she grabbed the wine pot from the table and hurled it directly at me. I stepped aside and dodged it. The pot shattered against the floor with a loud crash, and flying shards nearly sliced Griffin beside the window. Remembering the instructions I had given earlier, Griffin instantly threw his head back and screamed dramatically. "Murder! She's trying to kill someone! "Princess Shirley's trying to murder us! Help!" His howl echoed through almost the entire estate. Only moments later, hurried footsteps suddenly thundered from outside. "What is going on here?!"

A Bad Idea Irina spent the entire weekend avoiding Kyle. Or at least attempting to. The first mistake was checking her phone. The second was realizing she was disappointed every time it wasn’t him. The third was admitting it. Even if only to herself. By Sunday evening she had convinced herself that a little distance was healthy. Necessary. Smart. After all, Kyle George represented everything she should avoid. Another powerful man. Another risk. Another opportunity to get hurt. The logic was sound.

The tension in my chest breaks, and the whole room bursts out laughing. “The word you are looking for is rogue,” I say, shaking my head. The door opens wide, and Matron Agnes Moonkeep steps inside, her face pale as bone. “Lamia,” Agnes gasps, holding a fresh leather scroll. “Elder Lamont Darkhowl is at the temple gates. He says Victor Ravenshadow just challenged Clay’s right to the Silverclaw Throne!” My heart drops into my stomach, my wolf growling in sudden fear as I grab the edge of the vanity table.

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.

This was a new side of Hayden I never saw before. I lift my head and looked at him. "Wait...why are you here?" "Your Prince Charming was unavailable so Alison sent me, the villain instead," he said. "Well you are a lousy villain," I giggled, already starting to feel much better. "Let's get you home, Millie Mouse," he said and took my hand. He drove me to the house and parked on my driveway. "You sure you are okay? Do you want me to kick that bastard's ass later?"

“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.

“Everything we did is as a reaction to the evils you and your minions have perpetuated in past decades.” “How interesting,” he said. “You must think you know something.” He scoffed. “You all must think I am the big bad villain in this story, but I promise you I'm not.” His eyes turned dark, and he held me even tighter. “If anything, you are.” “You, your brother, and our sick father are the real villains in this story,” he seethed. “I wasn't the one who impregnated an unsuspecting witch and tried to kill her in a bid to cover up his infidelity.”