Novel & Cerita Bad Villain Profile

Personal Assistant, huh? I recognized him before he opened his trap. I would be a dope if I couldn’t pinpoint a key player. Behind that smiling and approachable persona was a tricky, cunning, and vicious man. The man of exploited malice. Giannini’s top dog. No known origin, no family, everything about the man’s identity was astutely fabricated lies, from his sob parents’ accidental death to his benevolence-dripping grin. I would entertain the sleazy rodent but I was past patience, and I’d a valid excuse to leave so, of course, I didn't give him or his extended hand more protocol than a raised brow.

He knew that he would be murdered if he refused to yield to the Elysium Gate. Darryl nodded and turned to the Ten Villains. "What about you guys?" All of them had a unique appearance, which was interesting. Oldest Villain One was an overweight man with a chubby face. He had a striking five-inches long scar on his left cheek. Old Villain Two looked smart and refined; he had a striking appearance. Old Villain Eight was the most interesting one. He had an afro, and he was as skinny as a twig. He looked like a living feather duster from a distance!

I'll put the demons in shame because I'm too hot to be in there. What I have in mind was my mission. I am the only one who can save humanity because I am Vad Wagner. I am the best in my craft. What will happen to them if I die? As of the moment, it's hard to find someone better than me. No one can even reach my level. I don't want to brag, just being honest. I can't lose track of Lambo, the one I've been chasing for quite some time now. He was the leader of a notorious gang that was spreading all over the country. His wealth came from child trafficking, illegal gambling, drug deals, and countless heinous crimes.

Dorian is an alpha, which means he’s the only one who would be able to fight me for my alpha status. I tried to befriend him once, but he wouldn’t say a word. He never bothers anyone, but he isn’t a sociable guy either. Sometimes at night, we could hear him crying out in rage. I remember a few days after he arrived, the doctors forced him to take a shower. I guess he refused because the doctors dosed him with a relaxant and dragged him to the showers. We were made to watch. It was a way to show us what happens to people who turn against the Institute. When they stripped him down, we saw a bevy of scars on his body. It looked like someone tried to carve him up. At some point, he came awake a

Madam C shoots me a look that has me scampering out of the kitchen and making my way to the emergency ward. Victor is awake and in exaggerated pain. “What did you do to me? This shit hurts,” he barks as soon as I step into the room, gripping his arm like he just got shot “I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything to cause you pain. That should be the Desanti’s,” I tell him and his eyes widen, distrust coating his facial features. He’s big, just like Christian, Seb and Ricardo, and has slight similar features with them, like the face shape and long nose. I think he’s a Roman too.

“The kind that can’t be solved with press releases and hush money anymore. He’s gotten reckless. Agitated. And nobody can seem to stop him.” Aaron opened the file again. The kid’s academic scores were perfect. His attendance was pristine. His behavior record? Sanitized, no doubt. But between the lines, it was all too clean. Too perfect. “What’s really going on at Kingston?” he asked. Zach sighed. “Students are scared of him. He doesn’t talk to anyone unless it’s to humiliate or fight. He has toys he plays with until they break or he gets bored. Even the teachers are no exception. Another swears he caught him breaking into the admin database just for fun. The problem isn’t that he’s bad. The

"Well, well, if it isn't the mighty Zervos Beta. To what do I owe this call?" The voice is impudent and laidback, dripping with barely concealed mockery. I grind my teeth, fury rising at the blatant disrespect. But I swallow my pride, knowing there's nothing I can do about it. Not with this man. This is no ordinary rogue. He's one of the most brutal, a creature of nightmares that even other werewolves fear. Cruel and merciless, he's the go-to for those who need the dirtiest of work done. His influence over the rogue population - the outcasts, the criminals, those exiled from their packs for heinous crimes - is unparalleled.

Mum asked and Dad nodded, “Father I think whoever is behind all of this has a motive he wants to be the Alpha of Black wolves Pack and he has succeeded in creating enemity between the Packs cause the Black wolves will be pointing fingers at us thinking we are the real enemies while their real enemy is within them, and this person's would not stop till the Alpha Prince of Black wolves Pack is dead too and then he can grace the throne and began to unleash his real motive, now that the Alpha King Of Black Wolves Pack is dead I don't think taking down his son will be hard for this person” “Exactly son, but it will be hard cause the prince is a special breed and if the prince is smart and not all

Then, when he turned eleven, he murdered his boss's rival, his boss Gorgis , had George Cosmos, a drug dealer in the neighbouring town, killed, since he was his boss's brother-in-law, who went against orders and wanted to win the territory, when they were also killed by Pattinson. Before he even turned 18, Pattinson killed several people, he was the stabbing and cutting butcher, when he gained fame for being cannibals, following the line to be sent to werewolf packs, when he killed a pack leader who was a rival of Veronika, your fame grew as a hit man. His godmother Veronika borrowed him from his old boss, when he was driven to kill werewolves, he was bitten so he could kill better in the fu