Brave Villains Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said, “I'll have soldiers with me,” "I don't care." My hands fisted in his shirt. "I'm not leaving you. You just told me you wanted to help me become stronger. Well, how am I supposed to do that if you send me away the first time danger appears?” My voice rose with each word I said. “This is different,” He said in a frustrated tone, "These aren't rogues or random attackers. The Bratva are organized, professional killers. They have weapons, training, and absolutely no mercy.”

I didn’t question and got in the car while Dom did the same, a look of worry on his face as he sat in the driver’s seat. “Isn’t this the Bratva area?” Dom shook his head and started driving. “The entirety of New York is Cosa Nostra and every corner of Manhattan, Queens and Brooklyn belongs to the Vitales. Bratva is just stealing food from us and living in the dirt like the rats they are. He’ll take that asshole to the nearest warehouse, and probably butcher him, castrate him, and then decapitate him.” “Are you trying to scare me?” “Is it working?” His mouth twitched to a smirk, but it disappeared just as immediately.

Damien Vale—stone-hearted billionaire, man who claimed he couldn’t feel—had just admitted the unthinkable. And that made him more dangerous than ever.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

he says, the weight of his words falling like a sledgehammer. I’m speechless for what feels like an eternity, then I leap to my feet again. Alpha Roman? The Black Veil Bratstvo, a ruthless sect of the Russian Bratva, are known for their bloodthirsty ways as well as their cold-blooded tactics in war and politics. Alpha Roman, their Pakhan and leader, is the worst of them—or so the stories go. “Are you serious, Father? Alpha Roman is… We’re in a war with the Russians!”

She must be very out of her mind to think all of that is legit. "You think you have power over humans? Those people are scary and will do anything to get rid of people like us, yet you want to rule over them? How stupid must you be? Let me hear your story. Why do you hate my father so much?" Every villain has a story to tell. It’s either insecurity, stupidity, or just plain evil that is pushing them to do all of this. Either way, as boring as it may sound, I need time to plan my escape, so I will take the opportunity to listen to whatever they have to say.

Instead, he expressed, “I was worried that in the long run, you would realize how unworthy I am of you.” “Shouldn’t that be something you disprove?” Megan replied. “Would you end up being ashamed of me?” Brian inquired. Megan eyed him from head to toe and responded, “What’s there to be ashamed of? Well, you look like shit right now, but after a good bath, you’d be damn fine.” A chuckle escaped Brian’s lips. He replied, “You know what I mean.” “There are worst villains out there. There’s Vegeta. Once Earth’s greatest threat, but later on redeemed himself,” Megan said. “Let’s not forget Piccolo -”

“Is that why you disobeyed the rules and almost got yourself killed? Selina, what were you thinking?” “You! I was thinking about you!” I put on a brave face. Even if I showed him my true feelings about his friends, I would not be the first person to do so. His own council of nobles would support me in this one. “You’re seeing them with rose-colored glasses. When it comes to them, you can’t think straight. Henry, they’re monsters! How could you—” “Selina, they are people too! They are humans just like you, and they’re not doing anything wrong.”

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

"Oh, no. They are more like his childhood companies that became brothers. His second-in-command; Vincenzo Moretti, the one with the green eyes. Lorenzo Balducci, the man who ensures everything is in order for the boss. Marcelo Vitali, the chief of staff. And Romeo Alleva, the one in charge of recruits training. These five guys have been together since they were born. All grew up together and lived in the same neighborhood." "Really?" Rosalie inquired with curiosity as she didn't imagine the ruthless mafia boss to have any friends. "They all wanted to do such different things." Teresa chimed in. "I've known these boys since they were babes. Always found together, and whenever something happen