Assistant To The Villain Age Rating นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A harmonic shudder ripples up through the trench, through the deep currents of Alastor, through the coral foundations of Coralspire Palace. Six hundred feet up, at his late breakfast, my uncle Rick's wineglass cracks in his hand. He sets it down slowly. He does not speak. The boiled quail-egg on his plate goes uneaten. And in a sealed dungeon cell my cousin does not yet know she is sitting in, Mabelle lifts her head — eyes red from screaming, throat raw — and feels the shudder through her rootwork bones, and smiles for the first time in two weeks. Morrigwen watches me bond.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

Theon. I’m sitting behind my desk, with my head hung, facing Kellin’s wrath. It’s the least I deserve. “An eighteen-year-old girl!” My Beta thunders, angrier than I’d ever seen him before. “You tried to play with an eighteen-year-old girl’s life. She’s just reached adulthood. She’s not even old enough to drink yet. She should be going to school, not getting caught up in this fucked up situation! And you tried to make a criminal mate with her.”

CHAPTER 52 VICELLOU WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

[ Host, the systems can't harm their hosts, not to mention, I have long prepared medicine and was confident you would snap out of it, you don't seem like the type to kill without a reason. Confident huh? Well, let me tell you I don't care about rules or anything you have, if I ever try to harm my lover while I'm out of it you will do something or I will personally find a way to hurt you and destroy you, understood? [ Y.. yes host..] Glad we made that clear, give me this world's plot. *******

She was unable to determine the color of it’s skin, could have been tan or purple for all the dirt that covered it. She bent down, as well. The poor creature. “How can I help you?” She asked tenderly. Between the darkness and the way it stood, Veronica could not make out any other features. It could be a boy or it could be an orc or a goblin or... Exactly, how big was it? She wasn’t sure. Dark eyes met hers and what she saw in them made her gasp. If he wasn’t a boy, he had experienced the most human emotions she had ever seen. She reached out to him and he gasped, pulling away.

Diana Murder?! Me?! They think I killed someone?! And that too a child?!! What the actual fuck?!! My mind reels, unable to process what I'm hearing. Wait no no no, they said ‘aiding and abetting’, so they don’t necessarily believe that I did it directly. More like I HELPED someone do it. An unshifted pup… Werewolves shift at the age of eight… meaning at the oldest the child couldn’t have been more that seven years old…

“I’m sorry Eva, it’s just that you are incredibly young, and though I am not old by any means, I am too old for you. Or rather, you are too young for me.” When I answered him with a laugh, Valen’s eyebrows scrunched together, and he glanced away from me. Was he serious? “You have got to be joking?” “No, I’m not, you are clearly little more than a child, and though I feel this insane connection with you, I can’t act on it, to do so would be criminal.” “I don’t understand. I’m nineteen, I’m of legal age according to wolf and human laws?” Too young? For a human male who had only ever seen the inside of a classroom or a laboratory? He had to be joking.