Batman: Bad Blood Villains Novelas e Histórias

“Sure, what do you want to know?” She bites her lower lip, which, I won’t lie, drives me crazy. She’s freaking gorgeous. “Are your brothers like…like you?” I nod my head. As I said, I’m done with lying and covering up for everyone. “Yeah, Mikhail is an angel/demon hybrid, Kell is a Nephilim, and Carrick is a werewolf.” Her brow furrows. “Wait, does that mean Haley knows about Amara and the others?” I hesitate at first, but then I see no point in lying. I mean, she’s already angry at everyone. “Yes, Haley knows. She’s Carrick’s mate, and Amara is Kell’s mate.”

“What am I doing here? Are you mad? Shouldn’t that be my question to you? Bree is my charge. Remember?” Exhaling deeply, I lower my sword and take a step back. “I was sent here by the Council.” He hisses in derision and says with a disgusted growl. “Mathias sent you?” I nod my head. “Yes. The Council sent me to investigate a woman who might be involved with Marael. We think she might be helping her.” Turning back to his human form, Fallon slides his sword on the scabbard strapped to his back and moves in the direction of the window. Fallon is a scary-looking git, which makes sense considering that he’s the son of Lucifer and the demon queen Lilith. We were both born and raised in hell. We we

She opened it to see a photo of a van at a gasoline station with Deuss on the driver’s seat, Erric behind him, a woman behind Erric, and Kent on the last row. She zoomed in on the woman smiling who raised her Gucci sunglasses up her head. Diana saw her watch and immediately realized who it was. Renee Brooks. The spoiled Filipina brat. Her long-lost rival. *** “You sure you girls can find your way home?” Kent asked.

I nearly shouted. “We understand your position, but why do you think Scarlet doesn’t want you to meet Velazquez?” Rebecca’s voice was filled with apprehension. I clenched my fist. Apparently, I wanted to fucking crush his face. But they were right, yes. I don’t think I’d be able to control myself if I saw him. “Ryan, what do you think?” He looked at me. “He’s not an ordinary man. He is rich. He has people who work for him. We should have a clear plan. These are the list of his assets.” He handed me a black folder. “This is the only thing I can get.”

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

He had a a clue. I should have known better. The chauffeur and bodyguard weren't there to stop me. They were there to protect me. Lucian had planned ahead again. He knew everything before he stepped into that hotel, i opened my messages and sent a bait to Thor. Lucian Blackwood's life and companies have been targeted by unknown groups, you have a rival. Thor will strike within minutes, let's put all the enemies in the same ring.

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

The bandit camp sprawled across the clearing like a disease: ramshackle shelters, cooking fires, and stolen goods piled without order. Twenty men, perhaps thirty, the dregs who haunted the Blighted Forest's edges. They preyed on refugees fleeing the Council's purges, adding mundane cruelty to theological horror. The Shadow Knight studied them from the tree line, seeing more than mortal eyes could reveal. Their souls flickered like candle flames: some bright with recent atrocity, others dim with old guilt. None pure. None worth preserving.

The way he leaned back, his fingers lazily twirling a pencil between them, eyes half-lidded in that way that said I don’t care but posture saying I’m calculating everything. That dangerous balance of mischief and intelligence. I’d seen it before, imovies. In villains you couldn’t help but root for. The ones you couldn't help but take their side. The ones you found yourself falling for, against everything. I shook my head. This wasn’t a movie. This was real. And I wasn’t some girl who melted the moment a new boy smiled her way. I was Aurora Hart. The Ice Queen. The loner. The outcast by choice. I wouldn't tolerate any bs.

DAMIEN The scent of rich tobacco filled the air as, my father and the leader of The Underground Mafia, Vincent Hunter, addressed the room. His voice was smooth yet commanding, cutting through the haze of smoke that hung heavy in the dimly lit space. “Alright, let’s cut to the chase,” he began, his tone making room for no opposition. “We need to discuss the expansion of our territory. The Brotherhood is encroaching on our turf, and we need to send them a message.”