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A literal rubber Arianna face like I was watching Scooby-Doo. I didn’t expect that. I snapped the phone shut like it burned. “Fuck you, author,” I hissed. “What kind of deranged W*****d-N*****x crossover is this? How can the villain be as smart as the main character? Make it make sense!” I paced in tight circles around Arianna’s ridiculously glossy bedroom, still fuming. “She wore a mask,” I said again, louder this time. “This bitch wore a mask. Who does that? Scooby-Doo villains? Halloween drag queens? A psychopath villain?

"Is it because of that maid? That ridiculous, plain, ugly girl? Is she the reason you treat me this way? You can't possibly like her over me, Michael. She's nothing! I'm prettier, more refined-then why? Why do you do this to me?" Michael's lips curled into a sardonic smile, his emerald eyes flashing with cold amusement. He couldn't believe the kind of political arrangement his parents had gotten him into. And while it was for the betterment of his people and political career, he could never imagine himself sticking with a bitch like Daphne. The girl was rude, and stuck up to the core. He took a deliberate step closer, his towering presence radiating disdain. "If I were to choose, Daphne," he

Raven Sinclair sat with her combat-booted feet planted wide, black fingernails digging crescents into her palms. Nineteen years old, dyed-black hair with fresh crimson roots, a torn Siouxsie and the Banshees shirt under a studded leather jacket. Across the polished mahogany table sat Saint Valenti, twenty-three, heir-apparent to the Valenti Mafia family, immaculate in a charcoal Tom Ford suit cut so sharp it could have drawn blood. His cufflinks were platinum skulls. His eyes were winter.

The coffin was the exact model that was sent to Alex’s villa. The Yowells were fuming, yet they knew that there was nothing they could do—they were immobile. “Hey, do you guys think that punk would come?” “He won’t chicken out, right?” “I heard that the bastard is around twenty. He’s just a loser, having to rely on women to survive. How could such a wimp defeat an Intermediate-Mystic-ranked fighter like Scott? Can you guys believe that? Well I don’t!”

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

Standing there with hole eyes at the side, did the magnificence rep sense the identical returned then? Isabella felt lustful breath on her neck. Long sharp fangs had been approximate to pierce her skin. "NO...!" Tears seemed in her eyes as she screamed feebly, matching her look of a lady. Just at this time. "What type of R-rated display are you performing, antique guy?" Jace seemed to return in surprise. Isabella became additionally dumbfounded. Neck wrapped closely in bandages, Raven stood there, smiling fearlessly. "Let's placed apart the truth of her bodily age. Her intellectual age is really a teenager's irrespective of how you chop it. Making a pass on a minor truly is against the law e

The young lady was around 1.6 meters tall and was dressed elegantly. - Kelly: Sin esteem: 50 (most extreme worth of 55) Force esteem: 20 (most extreme worth of 25) - "For what reason is the transgression worth of a secondary school young lady so high?" Jack was somewhat confounded. Taking everything into account, wrongdoings like taking, burglary, and prostitution wouldn't surpass 50. Just wrongdoings, for example, kills or recruited murders would surpass 60, but then this young lady had proactively arrived at 50. Jack was somewhat confounded. Could a secondary school understudy kill somebody? Would she be able to have killed a young lady?

But maybe even villains could have a stupid side to them, just like how Lily suddenly asked, “Is that the belief that the people of Barden City have? I once read an article about how people in that town have a high level of happiness even though they are not rich, and maybe the reason is that they never have bad dreams at night?” Vivian really wanted to laugh at this moment. She thought Lily wouldn't buy her bullshit at all, but it turned out that the villain also had a naive side to her. “That's right,” Vivian replied calmly as she managed to hold back her laughter. “You can try using that method, and let me know if it works. I've tried it before and it worked for me, so I hope it will work

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Since they wasted a lot of time to answer, Azariah asked once more, trying to know what their problem is, as he ignited more fear in them, ready to get the answer by force if it means he has to punish them right here. "I wouldn't repeat myself again, who has been watching anything apart from animated cartoons? things that aren't for your ages and rated thirteen, or even sixteen? now, tell me before I break someone's head with my hands. There are so many children's films and cartoons for children of your ages, toys are here to pay yet you all want to go beyond your ages?" he mouthed angrily. He knew that he had to be severe with them if he wanted a response. Not that they were actually bad t