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smiled Vicktor. “What do you mean?” asked Vittore. “You son just killed four men,” laughed Vicktor. He was floating on clouds with happiness. “Excuse me!” shouted Narciso. “How is that supposed to help me? If his kill count is high, how will I become the supreme boss?” “Relax! Your kill is higher than him. We are just glad that now we have two nominees on our side. Two are dead making the competition easy. Yoshiro was the real competition. Now it will be easy to help you brothers,” smiled Vicktor.

I squint as I snap my fingers, and as soon as I did, I claimed the object and gave Claudius comfort once more so that he was able to kill everyone around him and save the Alchemist. “I'm surprised that the diamond I've been attempting to grow has developed into a lovely young lady, Wiccer, or should I say Lady Rominus, and that you can never kill me, Claudius.”

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

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.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

"Be careful what you wish for, mortal. Vengeance comes at a price." "I don't care," Carmen said, her fists clenched. She couldn't care less about some sick price awaiting her. She had already died once, so what other 'price' was greater than death itself? "They took everything from me. I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to suffer." Nyx extended a hand, her long fingers glowing faintly. "Then rise, Carmen. Rise as the herald of the night. Your vengeance will be your strength, and your fury will be your weapon. But remember-once you begin this path, there is no return."

Desperation clawed at Damien’s throat, a useless plea for mercy trembling on his lips, as he now found himself bargaining with death's shadow, pleading for a sliver of life he seemed no longer entitled to. Yadiel raised his silver blade, its edge glinting with a deadly promise in the dim light. With every muscle tensed for the kill, he prepared to deliver a series of devastating strikes to Damien. In the ruthless gaze of a villain, the bonds of blood were rendered meaningless—a mere whisper of kinship drowned out by the clamor for power.

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.