Novel & Cerita Cruella Deville Henchman

Casio’s POV The room was dim, lit only by a single swinging bulb that cast long shadows against the concrete walls. A metal chair sat bolted to the ground in the center of the room, and in it, slumped and bloodied, Ansaldo Cadell. His name was feared by many, but not by me. I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, my expression cold as ice. There was no need to raise my voice or flash my weapon; the silence was more than enough.

Cruella fired back, her expression cold and unwelcoming. “I just have one question...” Zina trailed off as she took closer steps towards Cruella but not too close. She knew better than to do that. “What are you?” She asked. Cruella's gaze shifted to Mrs. Cushion who simply looked away, causing Cruella's countenance to change into a sad one. “She is Cruella D'vile, and she's my best friend!” Cruella turned in shock to see Carly marching down towards her, her gaze filled with nothing but anger.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him—the handsome yet terrifying man towering before her. Justine dropped her to the floor. Her black cap fell off, releasing her long hair. The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “So, the restroom attendant turns out to be a woman…” he murmured, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it harshly. “Please, sir… let me go. I’m just a worker,” she pleaded, her voice trembling between pain and tears. ---

"Well good luck." "What about you, what do you do?" I cringed before rephrasing my question, "you know, besides owning the club." "I'm the CEO of Hud-" Before he could say anything else, he was cut off by a loud voice moving toward us. "VIVI! VIVI!" I snapped my head to a drunk Ari calling out my name. I stood tall on my feet rushing towards her — I quickly pulled her against, me balancing her. "VIVI?" he questioned.

Her cell phone started ringing, but being careful not to get bile on it, she dropped it on the floor, and as she was about to pick it up, a man who had been waiting for her when they arrived, with the intention of robbing her, ran to her side, pushed her, causing her to roll on the floor and hit her forehead on the sidewalk, He snatched her cell phone, leaving her dazed and with a trickle of blood on her forehead, everything spun around, but despite the pain, she tried to get up, holding onto the wall, but she lost her balance and fell again, closing her eyes, without strength, feeling attracted to that peaceful darkness. There is darkness in life, my child, but there is also light. And you

Adelle said "Going where? You are not by chance going to that house are you?" Zach asked "You are very wise Zach, I am going to apply as a maid in their Villa" Adelle said calmly "Are you seriously considering that? If Wade finds out he'll have my head." Zach said "Don't exaggerate Zach, we both know he'll never hurt you. Anyways I am going to go over there and apply for a job and gain their trust then I strike, they won't know what hit them." Adelle said

she repeated that dreadful word once again and it rings in my head, like a cluster of cat bells that was tied to a hyperactive cat that was fed with a lot of catnip that day. I know what a henchman is, but I am not saying it out loud. A henchman is a loyal supporter or a follower that works for someone in a position or authority and is willing to help that person even by hurting others or even committing crime. I want to check if Helena was once again out of her mind. So we are sin-eaters. She’s ancient and I am brand new. That is how I out it simply because it still baffles the shit out of me and oh, the top of cherry is that Gods do exist and one of them is after my head.

he chuckles. Great food poisoning. I take a step into the kitchen and there she is Cruella de vil in her polka dot knee-length dress with a high bun on her head. Her face is plastered in makeup and of course, she has her famous red lipstick that would sometimes remain on her teeth. "Zel dear," she smiles and walks towards me to wrap her filthy paws around me. It burns!!!!! Honestly a night terror is not that bad compared to most humans.

Very different from him, who is actually a player and CEO of a large company in America. That's right, a Deny is a chameleon who can transform into anything. With that trait, who would think he was a jerk? Small chance. "Regi who's..." Jenny's words she could not finish when she saw who the person suddenly came. She was shocked, of course. "Mr Gerand and Mr Deny," said the woman, smiling uncomfortably. It feels very strange when I say that. "You want to take a shower, oh yes please," added Jenny again.