Novel & Cerita A Gorgeous Villain

I could picture myself like a prey, and this one is my predatory. "Are you okay?" Even his voice wasn't gentle, it's full of viciousness. My lips parted. Dahan-dahan akong tumango at pinagmasdan ang siya ng mabuti. His body's defined perfectly, sculpted like a greek warrior in ancient times. His prominent jawline is something that captivates me, from his thick furrowing eyebrows, thick and long lashes and eyes of a cruel man possessing no emotion at all, it amazes me how flawless he is. Sa matangos niyang ilong, labing maninipis at kulay pula, sa kanyang balat na mamula-mula, hindi pa ako humanga ng ganito sa tanang buhay ko.

His groans of possessiveness could only portray the turmoil of his imagination and what went on in the cavity of his chest. The kind of hatred that danced beneath his skin was almost scalding, hot, and fiery as he held me closer to him. “I am not a hero Pierre.” He paused enough to murmur against my lips. “A hero can sacrifice you for a greater good, and I am not a hero. I am bad, a bad villain who is selfish and only looks out for what he wants. And what I want is you. If you don’t want to meet Gabe or even see his face, just say the words. I have all I need to have him removed from the surface of the earth.”

The Villain I slam the door in his face and back away like it was an atomic bomb that might go off and take me with it. "Morgan," Gia hissed coming around the corner and seeing me staring at the door like it had grown a head and its own functioning body. "Was that the Alpha? Why the hell are you just standing there!" She opens the door and plasters on the brightest smile I've seen from her in my eighteen years of life. "Alpha Kaden! Welcome! I apologize for Morgan's behaviour her anxiety makes her do stupid things."

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Perhaps it was due to her instincts as the villainess of the story, but from the moment she saw this woman, she hated her from the bottom of her heart. She had a face that was completely different from hers. Meanwhile, the model husband in other people’s eyes and the person who once loved her the most was holding this woman’s hand and even hugging her while working. They acted as if no one else existed. They interacted with such intimacy that it seemed as if they had been together for years, even though a year ago, my father had badmouthed this woman with her in the middle of the night. They had both believed that this was a manipulative witch who was highly skilled in pretending to be innoc

The only expression in his eyes as he stared down at me was that of hate and disgust. A little shadow whip floated towards my face, slowly touching my cheek in a soft caress. It was a complete contrast to the hate and death Kai’s stare on me had. “Has anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are when they change to green?” He cocked his head slightly. “Fiery. Little. Thing. So fierce and yet, so damn breakable.” “The only thing I’ll find beautiful is the look on your face when I drive my dagger through your heart.” I dug my nails into his chest, still holding on for dear life. “Because mark my words, Kai Malek. I will be the cause of your death.”

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

curdling screams then muggling ******* brought on by the first belly stab falling to her knees looking up shocked mouth gaping eyes wide grinning glance steady holding holding holding the belly cut a cacophonous modern dance of agony followed by rapturous convulsing ******* that went on and on and on get a bat she implored she is a real ******* movie star the Greta Garbo of ***** a dark jewel a must have a hell wife goddess of dread a ******* *** genius my best girl ever fused by desire we kissed like **** loving catholic priests in adoration of their savior young boy *** castrato hitting the high notes she looked up with desperation eyes with glittering tears and said are you my black knigh

His cold eyes were scrutinizing her every move. Dark Brown hair, deep ocean blue eyes, sharp jawline, prominent muscles and chest covered in few scary gothic tattoos, face design would make any greek god jealous. He was everything that a cliche corrupt character needs to dictate as a bad guy. He was a bad guy under the veil of a beautiful face.