Novel & Cerita Bakugo Villain

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.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

he has many names. We will be calling him Curico from now on, meaning black waters. "So the Balrog really does exist." Curico comments, adjusting his suit, and trying to smudge off the blood currently on him. "Lucky me, this body doesn't die until," Curico pauses, flicking out a watch on his wrist. "Two more minutes. That young effeminate boy was a bit clumsy wasn't he?" "What the fuck?" Curico looks at Johan, kneeling down to him. "Could you become mine?"

"You fucking creep... You are a psycho who manipulates school girls and uses them, you are doing the same to Val..." He spat not realising that this is the biggest mistake of his life. "I am going to expose you in front of the whole school..." Augustus smirked. "Rule no. 1, never let your enemy know your next move..." Mathew's eyes almost popped out when he saw his eyes turning red. "Valerina is born for me and I don't like when someone touches what's mine..." "What are you?" The boy struggled to breath. "The monster under your bed."

He was normally a man of great composure and thinking skills, but the sight of a demon he hated most enraged him. Valeur was the biggest rival and foe for Dark, as The Axis Demon was the biggest enemy for Willie Lou. Except the difference between that demon and Valeur's strength was astronomical, since Valeur contained the strength to end entire universes in just a snap of fingers. The Axis Demon could've likely destroyed cities, states, or even the entire country if he wanted, but he would've never been able to achieve the damage that Valeur could reach. "Good to see that you've retained your brains after being transmigrated." Valeur placed both hands in his pocket and slowly began to walk

The man seemed a bit taken aback by my response but immediately fixed his demeanor. "Let him try," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerously calm whisper. "Tell Roman to bring his entire army. Tell him to drain his bank accounts, arm his children, and march them directly to my gates. I will execute every single soul he sends across my borders.” “Listen to yourself, Valk!” I took a few steps forward. “I will personally hang his lieutenants from the coastal walls, and I will make sure history will forget the name of his family. I fear no one , Victor. I am Bane Valak. And nobody takes what is mine."

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.

Instead, I turned my gaze to the far corner of the hall, where a man sat in the shadows, ignored by the servants and mocked by the lords. Gabriel. The "Scourge of the Borderlands." He was dressed in scarred, dark leather. His hair was a messy raven black, and a jagged scar ran across his jawline. He was a Rogue Alpha—a man whose pack was made of orphans, exiles, and the broken. When we were announced as mates, I walked quietly and stood by his side. And, when I heard people laughing, I simply held his hands affectionately. Only then did he turn to look at me, shocked by my actions. But then his grip on my hands tightened, and a small curve on the corner of his lips appeared.

The lamia holds him down wrapping him with her tail and while coughing, she says- “I thought something was wrong with you… But to this extent. Even your strength is inhuman. You monster.” “I’m not a monster… I’m human…” “Huh? I myself being a monster was gonna get killed by one far worse. What do you mean you’re not one?” “I’M NOT A MONSTER GODDAMMIT!!” Says Akihiko breaking free from the lamia’s grasp and breaking her neck the next instant. The lamia falls down on the ground dead. Few imps fly in through the window with refreshments and get killed by him as well.