Brave Villains 소설 & 이야기

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

"Why doesn't she get into trouble?" Phoebe answered, looking at Ruthie and me, "She's good at it, isn't she?" "Zena, aka Cruella de Vil," said Ruthie. Val piped in. "I don't get it. Because Cruella totally looks evil. Seriously, how did they not know she was the bad guy?" Everyone ignored him but Jake. "Dude! I know, right? Disney villains are so obvious!" I sighed. "She always gets her way, and I don't know how. It's like all the teachers are on her side. I never figured it out."

Caterina This is a wolf of The Blood Crest pack. The tyrannical and merciless Russian wolf pack who ruled the other half of New York. They were also mafia, Russian Bratva and Sergio’s mortal enemies. I see my father walk towards the man and speak to him. This terrified me; he had already promised me to the Lycans of Vegas. Would he offer me to this man as well? I know my father only wanted power, and the Bratva would be the perfect place to have a foot in the door. The man looked at my father, and his eyes flashed the deepest crimson I had ever seen.

Absolutely no way! “That’s who he is. He’s that much of a gentle killer, and his most prominent weapons are both his smile and the innocent look on his face.” That got me silenced. There are truly people who love to display weakness when they’re capable of atrocities far stronger than they’re ever expected to commit. He could be one of those. However, he couldn’t possibly have anything against me, right? Other than the fact that, I'm his brother’s wife and the newest member of his family.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

“He’s not alone anymore. Bain is under the protection of Petrov and Sokolov.” At that, Valeria’s hand stilled. She blinked, then laughed—a soft, sharp sound like broken glass underfoot. “The Russians?” “They aren’t just allies. The three of them have built something that even Volkov couldn’t crack. They’ve killed for each other. Saved each other’s lives. They move as one.” She stared at the map, her smile fading. “The Bratva war dogs,” she said quietly. “And they’ve sworn loyalty to him?” “Yes,” the informant confirmed. “If you strike at Bain, they strike back. All of them. Petrov. Sokolov. Their entire networks. You wouldn’t just be taking on Bain—you’d be inviting an international bloodbat

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

“You mean a champion with super-strength like Sam. Is that what you’re saying?” “Correct, everyone here knows they are an elite type of braves. Thanks to their unique ability, every power brave who came to this world had earned their fame. Like your friend, Raid Breaker, here. Ninurta, Maui, Kratos, all the gods of strength had sent their champions, except one.” “And that’s Hercules,” Wilt finished. “Exactly, Captain Madhur here is one of them.” I cast a glance at the Jormungand captain. I never expected to meet another so-called, power brave.

Lorenzo was also an honest businessman. “I should have told you this sooner, but Viktor is the rightful heir to the Bratva empire.” “What?” I asked. I’d heard of the Bratva. They were worse than the Italian mafia. They were brutal and very unnerving. I heard rumors that they engaged in human, organ, and sex trafficking. I researched it after Nero told me they were the people after them. “No—”