Villains Are Made (Gods Among Men, #1)

by Alta Hensley

For every reader of fairytales who wanted the Villain to get their happily ever after.

Enter this tale at your own risk. It’s dark. It’s dirty. It’s the love story of a villain.

He is the villain. He is the enemy who demands to be the lover. He is the monster who has shown me pleasure but gives so much pain. But something has changed… He’s different. Darker. Wildly possessive as his obsession with me grows to an inferno that can’t be controlled. Yes… he is the villain. And he is the end of my beginning.

“See you on the other side, brother.”

“Your sister and your wife are about to come in here. You are going to morph into this new identity. You are going to be reborn, son. This is your second chance at life, and you sure as fuck will not turn it down because you suddenly have morals.”

“From this moment on, you are Apollo Godwin. Ares is dead. The name Ares is dead, and I will never call you by that name again. You will not respond to that name ever. Apollo,” he dictates. “Apollo Godwin.”

“We didn’t kiss before we went to bed. A husband and wife should kiss every day. Every night,” he says, his gaze dipping to my mouth. “It’s another new rule. I don’t want it broken.”

“You sure know how to change the mood of a funeral.”

“I prefer rage over sadness any day, so I guess I should thank you.”

but my soul ignites for more. I want it again. Choke me, beat me, and please, oh please fuck me. Harder. Forceful.

“I want to look at and touch every part of your body. I want to memorize every curve, every dip and valley, and every inch of your skin,”

The single kiss has the power to forever bind. The kiss is the exclamation mark to the sentence. One kiss speaks volumes of what is meant—a demand, a command, an order of love and passion.

I happen to like the villain in the story. He’s just misunderstood.”

“You need to remember something,” I say as I touch her belly. “You and this baby are Godwins. I will die for my family. There is nothing I won’t do for you. I give you my vow of a Godwin.”

“I love you,” I say softly. “You.” I want him to hear me say it. I love him. The perfect and amazing man that he is.