Novel & Cerita Black Hat Villainous

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

Hate wasn't a strong enough word to describe what I saw. It was pure, unadulterated loathing. His expression was one of someone planning mass destruction, both malicious and ruthless, so lost in his own head that he wasn't seeing anything else. And that wasn't even the worst part, the worst part was that he looked like he would enjoy every second of the destruction he would bring upon others, cherish it. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand, wanting nothing more than to wipe that expression off his face, hoping my direct touch would calm him down just like it did to me.

They felt like ro folded their bodies into a ball shape and hid their faces in between. Shadow was an okay opponent, but Black Shadow was someone they didn’t dare to cross. Black Shadow pointed his finger at himself. “Can you guess what my attributes are?” A guessing game. His favorite game. He is a psychopath, alright!!!

Well, that was also because of another simple reason—he was, to put it in simple word, ruthless. Alaric had an infamous reputation for being cold-hearted and merciless. There was a time he had completely destroyed a business partner’s entire fortune overnight just because the man had gone behind his back to strike a deal with Alaric’s biggest rival, James Voss. His half-brother. I didn’t know all the details, but from what I had heard, it had been brutal. No one in the industry dared to cross him after that. His nickname in the business world? Black Devil.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

KATNISS Every child in the werewolf world grew up hearing stories about Hassan Blackthorn. They called him the Shadow King, a cold, ruthless warlord disguised in a billionaire’s tailored suit. He was a brilliant military strategist who had never lost a single border conflict, a man whose dark gray eyes could bring an enemy Alpha to his knees without uttering a single word. He trusted no one, cared nothing for the petty squabbles of the Alpha Council, and ruled the massive Blackthorn territory with absolute, unyielding logic. He was a monster, but he was an efficient one.

"You only visit me when the house is on fire." "We either fight together, or we die alone," Dominic repeated, leaning across the table until their noses almost touched. "Give me the deep roots to break Ichiro's spine. Name your terms." "I provide the Swiss proxy servers and the blackmail files on Judge Hawthorne and Police Commissioner Reyes," Valentina offered, her eyes flashing with ice. "You use them to choke Ichiro's logistics. But afterward, you fix my legal situation." Dominic evaluated the political cost for a fraction of a second, then nodded. "I’ll buy the lawyers, and I’ll force Miller's hand. You have my word. Give me the numbers."

He wears a black vest, wears black glasses, even his whole body is hidden in a dark corner, the accessories worn on his body are all black and mysterious. "Is he in the organization What's his name?" "He is the hidden person or other name is a person who specializes in killing people in the dark." “Is this name a bit like a girl?” "Right. It's a bit like a killer. But under the guise of a woman. Anything else you want?" “You were too kind to me. I have nothing more to say. I'm going to step down to complete the quest." "I like your dynamism. Okay, finish your last stretch. Your desires. I always satisfy the ambitious."

They were infamous. Petrov. Sokolov. Brothers by bloodshed, not birth. Legends in the criminal underworld. Ruthless. Loyal. Unshakable. It was said that to strike one was to invite death from all three. The moment you harmed one, the others would hunt you to hell’s doorstep and drag you back just to watch you bleed. And they were loyal to Bain Blackwood. Her stomach twisted, but her face remained calm. “Are you ready for that kind of comeback?” the lieutenant asked quietly. “Because if we touch him, we don’t just get him—we get them.”

In a monotonous tone, Levi the Envious spoke without making fun of himself. “Have you got no trust with our prince, Maleficent? Let him redeem himself and stop acting like a damn hero,” said Levi the Envious, “You are a villain so act like one. You are greedy so take and take until nothing is left to plunder. And you are a demon like me and like Damon; we made use of anything, everything, and anyone.”