Crk Villains Novels & Stories

The old Syndicate hub pulsed with danger, its shadowed halls a stage for the underworld’s elite. Kai Castellano adjusted his tailored suit, his icy blue eyes sharp behind a false identity as a Sicilian ally. The Order of Cinders’ manifesto had exposed their plan to seize the city, and Valentina’s intel pinpointed Viktor Crane’s meeting with global mafia leaders as their next target. Their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—stood on the edge, Crane’s tie to Kai’s mother a wound that festered. Kai’s jaw clenched, their rooftop kiss, Gianna’s fierce strength, a flame that burned through his fear of losing her.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

Perhaps, Harry’s informant was wrong, perhaps, this is just another misunderstanding that could cost the life of someone innocent. Of course, Crystal was not some cold-hearted bloody murderer. The people she likes to mess with, are people who deserves to taste karma within a shiny blade, to mess only with people who deserves as much pain as she could muster upon their pathetic limbs. Robbers? Corrupt people? Evil crooks? Unfaithful individuals? Give the word, and she’ll make them suffer unformidable pain. How? Guns, knives, poison, there’s so much to do.

The man in the lead chuckled and said, “Oh, are you impersonating street punks by bringing so many henchmen with you? If you had asked around, you would’ve found out that this territory belongs to me, Marvin! “Also, who the hell are you? Is there someone like you in Riverdale? How come I’ve never seen you before?” The man continued mocking as he jabbed the baseball bat in his hand directly on Victor’s chest. His attitude was extremely pompous. Victor lowered his eyebrows and looked at the baseball bat on his chest. The corners of his mouth twitched as cold intent appeared on his face. When had Victor Bell, one of the three major underground forces in Uppercreek, ever been provoked like this?

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

He turned around and heard a man behind him say, "Aric." As Aric turned around, he caught a glimpse of Moric, an old acquaintance of his father's who had recently taken up the practice of buying young teenage blood slaves and draining them empty in the span of fewer than 24 hours. "Moric," Aric responded to the older vampire, extending his hand to shake, "how have you been?" Aric's grin was forced as he asked the question. In response, Moric tugged on the leash of his new pet humans while saying, "Well, my boy." "Before I make my next purchase, I wanted to hear your thoughts on my most recent acquisition."

Anyone who harmed his sister was his enemy till the day he takes his last breath. Kenchiki was more than pissed to learn that little information. He hated unclean people who tried to take away people's consent, especially when it came to people's bodies; he was glad he had been distracted by his lover and had no time to cause harm to Aria; she was an innocent victim too. He glared murderously at the woman who drugged him. He would make sure she had no good days. Sera felt chills crawl up her spine when she saw the look that the two men were giving her. She knew then that whoever was targeting her knew about all her schemes and stacked the deck against her.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

‘ 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.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.