Villain To Kill Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

They tried to erase her. She survived. Raised in a place designed to break children, she grows up learning one rule above all else: endure quietly. Hunger is discipline. Pain is routine. Obedience is survival. She doesn’t know her real name, her family, or why certain men with clean shoes and cold eyes always seem to be watching. Until the night she runs. Bleeding, hunted, and half-dead, she escapes an institution that was never meant to let her live past usefulness. What she doesn’t know is that the symbol burned into her skin isn’t a punishment it’s a claim. A mark left by a powerful underground network that doesn’t lose what it owns. Her collapse brings her into the path of three brothers who rule the city’s shadows men whose wealth buys silence, whose violence is surgical, and whose loyalty to blood is absolute. At first, she’s just another wounded stranger pulled from the streets. Then one brother recognizes the mark. And everything changes. Because years ago, the brothers tried to dismantle a trafficking empire known only as The Circle. They thought it was gone. They were wrong. The girl they saved isn’t a random survivor she’s a missing investment. A living mistake The Circle intends to reclaim. As fragments of her past surface, a terrifying truth emerges: she wasn’t abandoned as a child. She was stolen. Trained. Conditioned. And when she escaped, she didn’t just save herself she reignited a war. Hunted by a network that erases people without a trace, and protected by men who don’t lose once they claim something as theirs, she must decide whether she’ll keep running… or turn and burn everything that tried to own her.

Tracy Grant died after serving a sentence for her sister. After being reborn, she didn't want to walk through the same paths as she had previously. She got close to the villain from her past life to ensure that she would be protected and have powerful backing. Will she be able to melt the ice heart and get what she wants? How will she get her revenge?

When a flash marriage with Billionaire, Dawson Briggs, offered Mila a chance at an easy life, she really thought her wish for a fairytale experience had been answered. In the form of a cold, dashing, and handsome man in a shiny suit. The epitome of a cruel beauty. However, little did she know of his selfish interest in her, his solipsistic intentions for coming to her aid. Read now to explore the world of revenge, betrayal, drama, and twist.

My boyfriend, Landon Schmidt, has sold his assets just to support me in building my livestreaming career. But when I become a famous streamer, I steal all of his money and dump him right away. Landon slumps near a river and drinks from it while begging for money in the 104 degree weather. He's exposed to the heat for so long that he almost goes into shock. Meanwhile, all I have to do is push the boundaries on camera, and I'll earn millions of dollars' worth of tips. My best friend, Yvette Carter, thinks that it's unfair for Landon to suffer like this. She advises me not to bite the hand that had fed me in the past, only for me to slap her in return. "If you pity him this much, you should pay for all of his expenses, then! Why should I pay for a broke and useless man in the first place?" That night, Yvette exposes the recording of our conversation and takes me to court. Tens of thousands of Internet users flood into my stream instantly just so they can ensure that I get judged for my sins.

After rebirth, Davi planned to take revenge on his husband and mistress which pushed him to end his life. Everything works according to plan, but why is he under the villain's body, indulging in pleasure and doting? "Who do you belong to?" with tears falling from his eyes and a few heavy breaths, Davi answered the alpha above him, “I be-belong to my h-husband!” The alpha was not contented and asked again while bullying the omega, “Who's your husband?” With a face mixed with embarrassment and pleasure, he answered, “Liam… Liam Noah!” Liam: Good boy~~ Davi: I want a second divorce! ᕕ( ╯°□° )ᕗ

“Please…” Ariana whispered, her hands shaking as the marriage contract was pushed in front of her. “You can’t sell me to him.” “You should be grateful,” her stepmother snapped. “A man like Alpha Kael could’ve chosen anyone.” The room went silent when the door opened. Heavy footsteps crossed the floor slowly. Ariana looked up for the first time and wished she hadn’t. The man standing there didn’t look human. Tall, Cold, Dressed in black. His presence alone made the air feel thinner. Alpha Kael stopped in front of her. “So this is the girl,” he said. Ariana lowered her eyes quickly. “I didn’t kill anyone,” she whispered. Kael gave a short laugh. “That’s interesting,” he said. “Because I haven’t told you what crime you committed yet.” Her breath caught. “From today onward,” he continued, “you will live in my house, follow my rules, and pray I never discover the full truth about you.” Ariana swallowed hard. “And if you do?” Kael stared at her for a moment before answering. “Then your death will be the kindest thing I give you.”

Nadia Reyes has died twelve times. Different centuries, different methods — same hands, same face, same cold eyes watching her take her final breath. At twenty-seven, armed with soul memories that science cannot explain and a rage that twelve lifetimes of dying has sharpened into something precise, she stops running. She spends eight months engineering an introduction to Dorian Ashvale — the man her soul recognizes as her killer — seduces him deliberately, and marries him with one goal: end the cycle on her terms before he ends it on his. Dorian doesn't remember any of it. He only knows that Nadia feels like a memory he was never supposed to have, and that marrying her is the first decision in his life that has ever felt completely, terrifyingly right. But as Nadia moves closer to executing her revenge, her forensic genealogy skills uncover something that fractures everything — Dorian's violence across lifetimes wasn't chosen. His soul has been hijacked by an ancient predatory entity that feeds on Nadia's interrupted purpose, growing stronger every time she dies before completing something she was always meant to finish. The monster she married didn't kill her. Something far older did — using his hands. As the entity begins to activate, triggering blackout episodes Dorian cannot control, Nadia faces the most dangerous realization of all thirteen lifetimes: she is falling in love with the man she planned to destroy. Book 1 ends when Dorian surfaces from his worst blackout yet to find Nadia bleeding — and looks at her with the eyes of a man who remembers nothing and is about to lose everything.

Behind the pretty smile and polished heels, lies a woman with blood on her hands and vengeance in her heart. Twelve years ago, she watched his family destroy hers, she survived, she trained and returned. With new names, forged identities and a single mission; Bring them all down. The plan was simple: get close, destroy him and walk away. But Leonardo Moretti is nothing she expected, underneath his brutal exterior is a man scarred by the same monster she vowed to kill. What happens when the man she comes to ruin ends up saving her?

Damn that deep but sweet voice! Damn that cedarwood scent! Damn that handsome face! She just can't deny those facts because she can't lie to herself, she did find him captivating that moment. But all those thoughts were sent down the drain when Calliope told her the truth about that man. It feels like everything was coming back to her. All emotions that she buried long time ago was dug up again and they were out chasing her. She took a deep breath, she's a strong woman and she just can't fall like that. She's firm with her decision to take that man down. It doesn't matter if the team's with her or not, she'll definitely kill him more ways than one. 'Kai Araveles Sage–target locked.'

Mine, my wolf said. Who's yours? I asked. The answer was Alpha Damir. I told my wolf to shut the hell up. --- Some vows are made in grief. Some are made in blood. I made mine on my knees in the rain, pushing dirt over the only two people who ever loved me, with smoke still in my lungs and fury so hot it had nowhere left to go. I came back from the UK and something felt wrong before I even reached the gate. The mansion was on fire. My father was already gone. My mother had seconds left and she used every single one of them to give me a name. Alpha Drakan. I carved that name into the inside of my chest and made a vow. Find him. Look him in the eye. Carve his heart out while it's still beating. Except Alpha Drakan was already dead. Two months in the ground. My parents died last night. Dead men don't order killings. Which meant I had the wrong name and the wrong man. My mother hadn't known. She was dying, she couldn't have known. But the name was Drakan and the blood was Drakan and the throne belonged to Drakan. His son. Damir, Alpha of Vordheim. Next of kin to a dead man and sitting on everything that name owned. My mother had pointed me here and here was where the answers lived. He was the one I suspected. The one I was watching. The one I had every intention of killing when the time was right. And then the moon goddess, who clearly has a vicious, twisted, absolutely unhinged sense of humour, went ahead and made him my mate.