Demencia Villainous Novels & Stories

"Don't bother. You're the Donna now. It's only natural that you live at the estate with the Don." At my words, Angela was clearly gloating, but she quickly masked it with a look of wounded innocence. "Valenna, I've already apologized. I even offered to leave. Can't you just let this go? Even if you don't care about me, are you really going to disregard nearly ten years with Don Corleone?" With that, she glanced at Vincent. His face had turned a sickly, ashen grey. I let out a cold laugh, looking at the two of them with total composure. "Save the melodrama. Unlike some people, I never faked amnesia just to bring another woman back to the estate. You made your bed, Vincent. Now lie in it."

All the memories from a while ago began flashing before her eyes and stabbing her heart as if she was reliving those terrible moments. He touched her everywhere. His hands had abused her, groped her. His mouth had kissed her marking her untouched body. How could he do that? How could he think of her so low? She'd never given him any wrong gesture then how could he think he could use her? Just because she was polite to him didn't mean she was interested. What made him think he could do those sinful things with her without her consent? How-how could he step over her dignity?

“Miss Charlotte, you don’t look fine. Is it a result of the memory? I’m sorry if I’m the cause of all this…” “N… no, it’s all fine, just gimme a minute. I’ll be fine,” Charlotte said. “O… okay, if you say so. Let me help you to the sink so you can wash your face.” …… Meanwhile, in the event center, Damien looked around and couldn’t find Charlotte nor Elena. He smirked and then went ahead and approached Adrian. “You look good—better than you were ten years ago,” Damien said, calling for Adrian’s attention. “Oh, hi, Mr. Vance. Thanks for the compliment. What can I say? It was a mourning time for all of us, and like you believe that the dead should be left to rest, I believe that the evil shoul

Staring hatefully at Marvin, he snarled, “You’ve just blocked Winsoil's only chance at revival, Marvin! Because of your stupid stunt, Winsoil is going to crash and burn. Tell me, can you save Winsoil now? Of course you can't, because you're all talk and a fake tough guy!” Hearing those mocking words, Marvin surged forward in a rage, but Gennifer threw herself in front of him, blocking his path. Marvin shot a piercing glare at Demian. “I won't forget a single word you've said today, Demian Carter! Let's see who ends up regretting this in the end: you, or me?” Demian forced a twisted smile, despite the sharp pain splitting his lip. “You’re the one who's going to regret it, because you're nothi

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

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.

pinasaya niya ang tinig at tinapik pa ang balikat nito na agad ikinasira ng mukha nito. 'Problem solve.' she is a Veraniel and a clever one. The shallow brain of this psychopath is easy to reverse according to her favor. "Huh! I will never play the villain role here... you see I'm the favorite grandchild and there's no way I would do something ridiculous especially when it will benifit you!" inis nitong sabi sabay irap sa kanya at tuluyan ng iniwan siya. Malalim siyang napahinga tanda ng kapanatagan, "Wooh! that was close,"

The TV screen loaded for some seconds before it played some shameful moments of Aubrey. On the first part, The TV screen was dark and nobody could actually see it clearly, but it would could squint his or her eyes properly one could clearly see a woman on top of a man, she was holding a bottle of Vodka as she threatened the man. "Hey, if you don't do what I say, I will make sure to end your family life, you know I can do that, oh and I will make it look like you raped me in front of the camera" She drank the bottle as she spat on the face.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.