You've Got The Wrong House Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

The first day was fulfilling. He finally arrived in front of his temporary residence, at first he had the reflex to place a knock on the door, but then he remembered he had been given a key and it was in his pocket. One of his hands went into one of the pockets, he grabbed the key and brought it out but a white card came out with the key. "Oh, the address!" He smiled to himself. Looking at the paper surely this time, he knew he had made a mistake. "I'm in the wrong house?! With the wrong family? Didn't they knew all this time?!"

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.

Victor’s answer came without hesitation: “Then they chose the wrong target.”

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

He took the seat opposite to me just a foot apart and looked desperately at me. “I said EVERYTHING.” Hello good people!! The witches are in the house baby and they have already cleared what they want. The story is never feel like completed until it doesn't have a villain :D Haters gonna hate, potatoes gonna bake. tell me how you like this story so far in the comment section. Until then, DanishD

She didn't realize that in this house, the only way to survive a snake like Victoria is to be a bigger monster. And for the first time, I had the perfect partner in crime.

Men shouting. The villain standing in the doorway of reality itself, holding something glowing in his hand. Something pulsing. Something alive. Maeve’s stomach dropped. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. The villain smiled slowly. “It wasn’t.” He lifted the object higher. A shard. But not gold. Not black. Crimson. Cade stiffened beside her. “That’s the core,” he said quietly. The villain’s grin widened. “And if I break it…” The void trembled violently.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“You bastard. You killed her.” “I corrected a mistake,” Victor sneered through the metal grille. “She thought she could pack a suitcase and take my family secrets to the federal prosecutors. She forgot who built the ground she walked on. And now, you are making the exact same mistake.” “I am nothing like you,” I hissed, my chest heaving violently as the raw fury threatened to tear through my restraint.