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I've heard that for the nth time today. Honestly, I'm not scared for myself, only for the people who trampled on me. My hands are shaking. Just last night, I saw how he manipulated all the media to put down the man who put me through hell- stole my father's company and stripped me from my riches. Because of this, I spend my teenage years poor, but I'm proud of myself. Despite all of this, I was able to support myself and graduated.
The most unexpected thing here is I'm with my current boss, who is head over heels over me and is a tyrant businessman who will do anything to achieve his goals, even in illegal ways. Other business people avoid being a rival of this man because it would be the end of them. And this might be the end of me too! For god's sake, this man is destroying lives for my sake. He calls it 'love.' Not gonna lie; this love had me gasping for more. It's addicting.
"I-I think y-you don't have to do t-this." finally, I uttered something. Distracted not just by his scary deeds but also by how sexy he is.
"Shhh.. I'll make them pay. It's only fair." That deep voice sent shivers down my spine.
"B-but.."
"Baby, those bastards deserve the punishment I'm giving them. Okay?" he caressed my face so gentle that I almost forgot how capable he is.
I know this man is dangerous, but damn he makes me feel safe. He might be the villain no one dares to face off, but he is willing to destroy anyone who will lift a finger to hurt me, which makes him a hero exclusively for me. And that's all matters to him; only me matters to him.
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"A hero would sacrifice you to save the world but a villain would sacrifice the world to save you"
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Reading these comments make me feel like I'm on wattpad lmao
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"You're heartless"
"And who's fault is that?"
"You're sick"
"I'm afraid you are the cure, my dear."
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Villain tip of the day: Just be hot lol. If you’re even moderately attractive you’ll be able to grow an army of fans who will overlook your unspeakable crimes and do your bidding.
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“I’ve stolen everything there is to have under this sun...but your love seems to be the one thing I have to ask permission for.”
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'I'll set the world on fire but wouldn't let a flame touch you...' is what I want😩🦋
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The creator really started it with maneskin, I CAN'T-
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In my opinion a good villain is:
1. Intelligent; Makes strategic moves instead of actions driven by emotions.
2. Understandable; You may not accept their crimes or agree with their methods, but you understand the reasoning behind it.
3. Charming; They're evil/bad but you just can't hate them.
4. HOT
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that one dislike is villain's sidekick who's also in love with MC
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The fact the comment section is filled with writers and their stories is so wholesome and I’m so happy I’m crying :-:
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Jeez this comment section is filled with people who can write- this makes it all the better. Lol.
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She woke up in the middle of the night, the bed beside her void of warmth. The disappointment that coursed within her was enough to make her frustrated. The man was growing on her faster than she had thought. Sitting straighter, she rested her back against the headboard and almost gasped when she saw a figure in the balcony, smoke clouding around him, as if he was just a shadow wrenched from the life, wandering in the dark night.
She turned on the lights, noticing the instant rigidness of his broad shoulders.
Her head cocked to the side in surprise when she spotted the burning cigarette that sat between his first two fingers.
"I didn't know you smoke." She broke the deafening silence, folding her knees underneath her before bringing the duvet to cover her bare legs. She was still dressed in formal clothes, she needs to change soon. The bra was starting to suffocate her.
He sighed, leaning in against the wooden banister.
"You don't know a lot about me."
She felt a humorless smile come over her face. "True."
He turned around, his hands bracing the wooden banister as he leaned his torso against the edge and propped a foot on the concrete base, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth to drag the toxins in.
"Well, you did say you don't drink."
"That doesn't equate to not smoking." He shrugged, blowing out the ripples of grey smoke.
She nodded, picking on the threads of the duvet, indulging her attention somewhere else instead of him. "What more bad habits do you have?" She questioned, her tone of mere curiosity.
He breathed out a chuckle, tapping the burning tip of the cigarette on the wood to get rid of the ashes clinging to it. "Wanting forbidden things."
Her eyes shot up to look at him. He had his gaze on the floor, but his attention was somewhere else.
"Why? Because you can't have them?" She asked, her voice a soft timbre against the harsh winds blowing through the open windows.
He looked up at her from underneath his long eyelashes, his grey eyes darker than usual. With a slow smile, he shook his head. "Because I would do anything to have them." He answered.
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“Do you not have a heart?” She asked, her voice quivering and tears folding her eyes.
“You’re right, I don’t.. because you stole it.”
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“How could I fall for a man who’s in love with himself?” ... use as you please 😉
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“I told you to leave me alone,” she hissed, gathering her skirts and turning her face on him. He chuckled, shaking his head once before pursuing her.
“Why should I?” he asked, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to turn around. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his dress jacket missing for some reason unknown to her. He looked in her eyes, the dark brown turning black in the setting of the sun. One final ray of sun hit his face, before sinking back down the mountains and disappearing. The sight knocked the air out of her lungs, before she took a forceful breath and ripped her arm out of his grip.
“Because you are you, and I am me. You shouldn’t be here in the first place,” she stepped towards him, her face a bare breath away from his.
“And who am I?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips. She blinked once, trying to speak. She could smell his breath; it smelt of sweet wine and large mistakes.
“You are my opposition, my enemy… you are evil, you are wrong,” she panted, struggling to breath. She took a shaky step back, trying to hide her flustered expression with a well deserved frown. It wasn’t as if he was innocent, or caring, or anything a good person should be. He was just handsome, and incredibly charming.
“I’m not denying it, my dear,” he ran a hand up her arm slowly. “But what if I didn’t care?”
His voice was quiet, and soft. She felt tremours run up her spine, and turned to leave. She had to get out of there, and she would run if she had to. He grabbed her once again, spinning her towards him.
“What if I didn’t care?” he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper. She forced her gaze away from his face, away from the sight of his gentle eyes and soft lips. She gave no response, instead finally leaving. Her steps were hurried, her dress flowed silkily behind her. He stood and watched her leave, chuckling in disbelief and shaking his head.
He was everything that was wrong with her country, yet as the princess adjusted her tiara, she found herself yearning to see him again as she left him in her dust.
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"We had a deal, angel," the demon reminded in his rough, quiet voice. "I couldn't break it if I wanted to."
The seraph watched him for awhile. Had they not spent years, centuries, in each other's company, it might have been easy to miss the softness around his pitch-black eyes, the tiny smile that showed off one sharp canine, ignoring his split lip. No one wore blood the way he did. It splattered his face like freckles and soaked his once-white shirt, the color of red wine, of communion and sacrifice.
"You killed them. You didn't tell me you would kill them," the seraph stated.
"I didn't say I wouldn't."
"I seem to recall asking for a magical solution."
The demon waved it off. "There was magic involved. Everything else was outside of your contract, so don't get your feathers in a twist. That sin's mine. Not like I can get any more damned than I already am, so does it really matter?"
They regarded each other. The demon tilted his head and stepped forward, brow furrowed like he really didn't understand what he'd done wrong. He reeked of sulphur and stale blood, sweat, and someone else's fear. The seraph tried not to choke.
"What's wrong?" the demon murmured.
"Why did you do it? Are you so bloodthirsty you can't do a simple job without killing?"
The demon frowned and brought one hand to the seraph's chin, forcing them to look at him, the other grabbing onto their shirtfront. His hot, smoky breath filled the air between them as his piercing gaze seemed to search for something, and the seraph was reminded of what it had been like to witness the demon tearing someone's throat out with those teeth hidden behind deceptively delicate lips, those bloodied hands parting a man's ribcage with terrifying efficiency - hands that were gentle now.
"That really what you think of me, angel?" the demon inquired.
The seraph shuddered, helpless to do anything but stare into those bottomless eyes. The demon smoothed a hand over their shoulder and leaned in a bit further. His voice dropped into something like honey over gravel.
"After how long you've known me, did you really think I would let them get away with breaking your wings?"
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to the writers in the comment section, I applaud you! thank you! you made this so much better!
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//Trigger warning. Sexual themes (only a little)
"You aren't afraid of me" He spoke a half amused smirk on his face. You hold eye contact with his silhouette as he leaned against the wall, refusing to back down.
"No. I'm not" He chuckles darkly stepping into the light. His eyes scanned over you like as if he was admiring every inch of your comparatively smaller frame.
"Why not?" he asks. "You know very well of everything I've done." You did. You knew about everything he's done. All the pain he's caused others. The people he manipulated. How powerful he really was.
"Because" You state simply showing no sign of fear. "If you planned on hurting me. You would have done so already." His smile grew as you spoke.
"If you're so clever, Then tell me why I'm here." He said. This was a test. You knew that. One wrong step could change everything in this moment. But you showed no fear, hiding it deep inside as you spoke.
"Well it could be a number of things. Maybe it's cause you think I could be useful and want me on your side, maybe you you want to use me. Or. Maybe you just want me" At this moment you realized how close he was too you. You had to look up to meet his gaze. His eyes filled with an emotion you couldn't read. You could feel his breath against you're skin causing a shiver to travel up your spine. He stayed silent but his hand made it's way to under your chin. You couldn't look away.
"You're very clever..." He muttered softly. "Too clever for your own good" It was now your turn to chuckle.
"Is that so? Maybe I'm just curious were my cleverness will lead me" You say grabbing his hand from under you chin, holding it gently. He lost composer for only a moment but it didn't last
"Careful. Curiosity kills the cat" He says with his devilish grin and a mischievous glint in his eye. You smirk.
"Well yes" you say in agreement as you look down "But-" You gently raise his hand to your lips, kissing the back of it softly. You could see you successfully caught him off guard as you looked up at him. "Satisfaction brings it back" Before you know what's happening. You're pinned too the wall, you're hands held down by you're sides, his face only mere inches from yours.
"Be mine. I want you too be mine" He says looking deep into your eyes. You realize that emotion you couldn't read from before was devotion. Complete and utter devotion. You grin mischievously.
"Why don't you make me yours?"
//Edit: I've never gotten 100 likes on a comment before- thanks everyone
//edit 2. Haha 4.2k likes damn- I’m glad so many people enjoy this.
Loads of people have been asking for my Wattpad and I’m sorry I can’t get to everyone
But if you’re reading this and want to know. My wattpad is Fantasysnek.
And for those who want a full story on this I am happy to announce I am working on it. No it’s still in development stages and I don’t even have a title for it. But I am working on it!
Thanks for giving this short thing I wrote on a whim so much love and I hope you enjoy what’s to come.
//new edit!
Finished a first draft. So ik whats actually happening now! I’m sorry for the long wait. Shits been crazy. I’ll be updating when I can on my wattpad “@fantasysnek” and my insta “@fantasysnek_writes”
If you have any questions feel free to reach me through those two places!
And if you’d like to see more of my writing I have multiple long stories and one shot books on my wattpad.
Once again thanks for all the love.
And I hope y’all are as excited as I am!
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POV:
She hums softly as she walks through the double doors out of her work building. The sound of cars driving on the street, and the scent of a nearby food truck filling the air.
“Hey,” a voice says, jolting her from her thoughts. Her head snaps over and she sees the hero, her ex.
“Hey,” she greets softly. Instinctively, she tugs her arms closer as he approaches.
“Can we.. talk?” He asks.
“No, sorry, I-.” She begins.
“Just real fast, it won’t take anytime at all.” He interrupts. She blinks at him.
“You heard her.” A voice says, sending a chill up her spine. Her breath hitches at his voice. His voice was deep, husky, authoritative. An arm snakes around her waist, tugging her to his chest.
“What the hell?” The hero asks, horrified as he looks between the two.
“I made you choose between the city and her.” The villain says, as he brushes his thumb across her hip. She swallows, trying not to flush or tremble from the soft caress.
“That doesn’t mean you can have her, damnit.” The hero seethes. His eyes darkening with anger.
“You chose. You chose the city every time, remember?” The villain reminds him.
“I wouldn’t of had to choose if it weren’t for you,” the hero snarls stepping closer.
She flinches at his tone and the step forward. The villain stops, seeing her reaction but the hero continues.
“If you hadn’t taken her from me-,” the hero starts.
“Shut up,” the villain snarls at him. The villain moves her behind him, placing himself between the hero and her. “I had to save her from the others. When you. Didn’t.”
“That- I had to. The city comes first.” The hero says.
“No, you’re wrong.” The villain was practically shaking with anger. She had flinched from the hero, the protector of the city. And people thought he was a bad guy?
“Leave, hero.” The villain orders, his jaw clenching.
The hero glares at him.
“Leave.” The villain says, his hand moves to the gun strapped to his hip. “Now.”
The hero stops and scoffs.
“Whatever,” he snaps as he turns and walks off. She and the villain watch him leave, watch him disappear.
The villain turns to her, his face softening instantly as he sees her eyes welling with tears.
“Darling,” he murmurs, his gloved right hand cupping her cheek. A tear slides down her cheek and he carefully brushes it aside with his thumb.
“You’re safe with me.” He consoles her. “I will never let anything or anyone hurt you again.”
She trembles, looking away from him.
“Look at me,” he whispers. Her eyes flick to his, he looks at her with absolute adoration and love. He was so in love with her. The way she smiled, a single single showing. The way she laughed. The way she whimpered when he caressed her skin.
“I promise you, no one is going to hurt you.” He whispers as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Now let’s get you home.”
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End POV
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PS: I want to thank u all for showing love to this playlist. Spotify link: open.spotify.com/playlist/2FSmyHInv6gpeWbkswlm9n?s… TIMESTAMPS 00:00 Beggin'- Maneskin 03:31 Be my queen- Seafret 06:53 Genius- LSD 10:25 Can't feel my face- The Weeknd 13:59 Smooth- Santana ft. Rob Thomas 18:55 No shame- 5SOS 22:07 With or without you- U2 27:04 Freaks- Surf Curse 29:29 Mind games- Sickick Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JV1xEk0F3bs
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