Novel & Cerita Am Villain

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

Alexa replied as she smoothed the black dress which had some orange feathers at the nape. "Ahhh, you can't play the villain, Alexa. You are just breaking in to the industry and you want to play such a hated character, you would just get criticism and hate," Mary was really worried. In her opinion, the villainess was really the most hateful character in the series. "Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,”

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

The thorn in the villainess’ side. It didn’t help that Henry never denied nor ended their relationship. The nickname stuck and it was what tabloids and vile d-list celebrities refer to me when they rant about me, when they twist every word I say, when they cook up rumors and articles about me. The foreigner, the villainess. The unwanted third wheel. The gold-digger. The last one made me want to clutch my sides, roaring with laughter. If there’s a gold-digger in our relationship, it would be Henry and his family. We have been subjected to their leeching behavior for hundreds of years.

But I was too busy with the Sudoku I was playing that I forgot to shut the door. Valtor: Finally, we meet. It's time for you to submit to me, pet. Your time to live freely is up. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I heard the lamest villain speech in my life. I turned around and found myself surrounded by almost a hundred vampires. Valtor was standing behind them all. I smirked because I knew he was afraid of the monster everyone feared. Moon: Seriously. You could not come up with something more exciting. Dude, that's the lamest villain dialogue I have ever heard. Believe me, you are not cool.