Villainromance Stories

Asma is living a life of exile. She wants freedom along with the dignity that was ripped from her. She comes with a dry humor, cracks lifeless jokes her best friend tries to laugh on, and did we forget: Asma is as stubborn as an assignment deadline after you. She loves rain, books and romance. Add in a serious hardcore business family, Nawaz's thrive in economy, in legacy and yet they can never stop her. Not even Abbas Shahmeer Nawaz, the heir apparent and the Sauron of the plot. #7 in URDU (out of 12k stories) - 27 March 2026 *Subject to Plot Changes Until Completion* Copyright @charlie2026

Magic remembers what the world tries to forget. And Thalia was never meant to be remembered at all. In a modern world powered by spell craft and ancient enchantments, Thalia lives as a ghost among the living. People forget her face. Lights flicker when she walks by. Magic glitches around her like it's afraid. She tells herself it's nothing. A flaw. A curse. An inconvenience. Until a single black feather falls at her feet-humming with an ancient heartbeat-and the world around her begins to fracture. Shadows whisper her name. Buildings flicker into ruins. Prophecies contradict themselves. And a stranger watches her from the rooftops with eyes of silver and shadow. He is hunting something. And somehow... it's her. As forgotten realms bleed into the modern world, Thalia is pulled into a web of lies, broken prophecies, and seductive manipulation. Every truth she uncovers costs her a piece of herself. Every power she awakens takes something in return. Every choice she makes shapes the fate of four hidden realms. She was never born to save them. She was born to unmake them.

welcome to the world that's Maria and Miguel where nothing is as it seems

This fanfiction is how I imagine the story of Wapol's Omnivorous Hurrah would work if it would become a One Piece Live Action spin-off.

After yet another escape from a nightmare named the Joker, a battered and lost Harley Quinn finds her only refuge - Ivy's locked greenhouse. As her wounds heal under the caring (and slightly prickly) hands of the Lady of Plants, something fragile blossoms in the silence of the humid jungle of glass and steel. Friendship? Or is it something more, pushing through the cracks of the past like a sprout through asphalt? A game ensues between Harley's chaotic laughter and Ivy's restrained wisdom. A game of gentle touches while bandaging wounds, stolen glances through the foliage, flirting, flavored with poisonous jokes and the scent of rare flowers. Will two such different souls be able to find a common language under a glass roof, where photosynthesis coexists with madness, and warmth is born even from the most poisonous petals? A soulful fanfiction about healing, self-discovery, and the slow, careful blossoming of feelings between Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. Flirting, caring, quiet conversations in the rain and dangerous intimacy in the atmosphere of a greenhouse shelter. Slow Burn | Hurt/Comfort | Found Family. #Harleavy #Harlivy #HarliQuinn #Poison Ivy #Ivy #PamIsley #fanfic #fanfic #soulful #slowburn #fluff #hurtcomfort #romance #Gotham #greenhouse #fanfiction #white #wattpad #history rating: PG-13 (16+).

She's a hero holding a city together. He's the villain who knows exactly where it will break. Arpina has always believed that if she worked hard enough, sacrificed enough, she could save everyone. But pressure builds in silence - and even the strongest foundations have fractures. Ezra is the enemy she's meant to stop. Calculated, dangerous, and impossible to read. Yet every time their paths cross, he hesitates... and leaves her questioning everything she was taught to believe.

She was marked by shadows. He was starving for something only she could give. Selene has always been drawn to the whispers in her dreams, but following them leads her to Aedryn, the last of a ruined court bound to a Veil that hungers. Their meeting is forbidden, dangerous... and inevitable. As desire entwines with darkness, Selene discovers powers she never imagined, a hunger that refuses to be denied, and a bond that could either destroy them both, or make them unstoppable. The villagers fear her, the world trembles, and the Veil watches with ancient eyes. In a world where longing has teeth and love can consume, how far will she go to claim the darkness, and the man, she was always meant to follow?

Christina Barkley has spent seventeen years hiding behind masks-both literal and metaphorical. Born with a cleft lip her family can't afford to fix, she's learned that it's easier to disappear than to be seen. While her twin brother thrives and her classmates whisper, Christina retreats into her art, her dark humor, and the safety of solitude. But some shadows notice what others overlook. When fear begins to seep into the cracks of her carefully constructed walls, Christina finds herself caught between the world she's stopped believing in and a darkness that believes in her. Pitch Black, the Nightmare King, has spent six years rebuilding his power in the shadows-and something about the girl who hides her face while exposing her fears in sketch after sketch draws his attention in ways he doesn't yet understand. In a slow-burning tale of two souls who know what it means to be unseen, Christina will discover that the scariest monsters aren't always the ones under the bed-and that sometimes, being truly seen is more terrifying than any nightmare

«It is said that when Lycans don't find their soulmates, their animal side takes over and they become feral, ferocious and deadly. They become monstrous beasts that only thirst for blood and vengeance.» And what if they do, ma? I asked her curiously as I hugged my knees to my chest. The story of lost souls searching for one another, how can one not long for such love? «Beasts remain beasts, my dear.» She shushed me as my eyes searched hers for more answers, for how can one not yearn for their missing piece of puzzle? «They aren't meant to be loved, my child.» She pulled the blankets over my cold fragile body, a yawn indicating my sleepiness. She paused - «The Lycan King is the best example of them all. A monster hungry for blood and murder.» But, ma! I protested, my eyes big and round, has he not found his lost soul? She never answered, her lips only thin and frail and wished me goodnight, signaling the end of my bedtime story. This is a tale a deadly Lycan King who has long forgotten his human side and an innocent girl -afraid of monsters- who has suddenly found herself in the arms of the creature she feared her entire life.

She was born to heal. They were born to destroy. When Aarya, a soft-hearted, naive girl, crosses paths with two of the most feared men in the realm, her world is turned upside down. Raavan, the cold and calculating ruler, and Aditya, the golden warrior with a storm behind his eyes-both fall for her light in a world of endless darkness. They never planned to share. She never thought she'd fall for both. But love was never meant to follow the rules. In a tale of possession, obsession, and forbidden tenderness, Aarya must find her place-between two kings who would burn the world for her smile. Will her light tame their shadows... or be swallowed whole?

She was real. He was written. But fate? Fate didn't care. When Valentine Plath, an ordinary girl with an extraordinary imagination, finds herself pulled into the pages of a forbidden book, she enters a world that was never meant to know her name. There, she meets him- Tom Riddle. Brilliant. Beautiful. Dangerous. A boy on the edge of becoming a monster. And yet... He can't look away. Because for the first time, someone sees him-not the prophecy, not the darkness, but him. But stories have rules. Worlds have limits. And love? Love was never supposed to be part of this narrative. Unbreakably Yours is a hauntingly tender tale of obsession, fate, and the fragile line between fiction and reality. Dark romance. Slow burn. Unwritten destiny.

Madness Is Her Crown follows Y/N as she's drawn into Tom Riddle's dark world of power and manipulation. As obsession and forbidden magic consume her, she must decide whether to fight for her sanity or embrace the madness that could destroy them both.

In a world torn apart by an ancient curse, two star-crossed lovers must navigate a treacherous path of forbidden magic, betrayal, and undying passion. Princess Lyra, the radiant heir to the Sun Kingdom's throne, finds her fate inexorably entwined with that of Prince Raven, the brooding ruler of the Shadowlands. As they are forced into a political marriage to unite their warring realms, Lyra and Raven discover that the prophecy foretelling their union holds far greater significance than anyone could have imagined.

Aezendel: Rise of the Swordsaint had been a popular game for years, its world rich with story. Anyone who knew of it considered it a pretty amazing game. But for the inhabitants of Aezendel? It had never been a game. It was their reality. Marquess Ravencourt was a vicious and cold villain that interfered with the player around the 2nd Act of the game... but what if an external outlier changed the flow of the story completely? Moving around as they pleased, claiming to be the protagonist of this world? The story unfolds in ways it shouldn't have previously, and an encounter between two strangers will cause a wave big enough to disrupt the entire Empire of Aezendel.

She has power over death. He has power over her. When two enemies strike a dangerous bargain, will they end a war . . . or ignite one? "A thrilling tale of magic and murder, intrigue and betrayal."-Cassandra Clare, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Sword Catcher The gorgeous first edition hardcover of To Gaze Upon Wicked Gods will feature a poster, color endpapers, a custom-stamped case, and a foil jacket! Heroes die, cowards live. Daughter of a conquered world, Ruying hates the invaders who descended from the heavens long before she was born and defeated the magic of her people with technologies unlike anything her world had ever seen. Blessed by Death, born with the ability to pull the life right out of mortal bodies, Ruying shouldn't have to fear these foreign invaders, but she does. Especially because she wants to keep herself and her family safe. When Ruying's Gift is discovered by an enemy prince, he offers her an impossible deal: If she becomes his private assassin and eliminates his political rivals-whose deaths he swears would be for the good of both their worlds and would protect her people from further brutalization-her family will never starve or suffer harm again. But to accept this bargain, she must use the powers she has always feared, powers that will shave years off her own existence. Can Ruying trust this prince, whose promises of a better world make her heart ache and whose smiles make her pulse beat faster? Are the evils of this agreement really in the service of a much greater good? Or will she betray her entire nation by protecting those she loves the most?

I am the villain. They say everyone is the hero in their own story, but even here I am the villain. I don't mind that. I am everyone's villain, and so everyone else can be their own heroes. They can be the saviour of their own stories, and of everyone else's, because they cannot be worse than me. Because I am a villain to all, and so, by default, when they brush up against me, they are heroes to all. By hurting them, I can become the creator of the multitudes of goodness that will save this world. Or at least, that's what I used to think. A (male) villain X (unspecified) reader original story where the main character falls in love with the reader. No y/ns or anything like that, so sorry if that's what you're looking for! Cover by @LowaLowa1

"I have loved you for a very long time. Perhaps I have loved you for as long as we have known each other. Perhaps I fell in love with you at first sight. It's been so long now that being in love with you has become a part of me. Just like breathing or sleeping, I keep loving you. Everyday. Without fail. I dont know how to live without this love. Maybe, it's toxic but I never cared. My treacherous heart has always told me, one day he will come to me. So, I'm waiting for that one day. Waiting as you keep loving and forgetting other people like any other man in his twenties does. Fate has been cruel to me. But I know you will love me. At the end."