Novel & Cerita Descendants 4 Villain

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

“We let him think he’s ahead. Let him build his alliances, his empire. And when he’s at his peak, we bring it all crashing down.” Keith grins, following me out of the room. “Classic Zack.” “Always,” I reply. Marcellus might be ambitious, but ambition without caution is a death sentence.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

It did not matter what the reason was. Mayhem left her behind. She would never forgive him. Mayhem lied to her. In Perditions mind, Mayhem was the enemy. Sam Gallows knew how hard the void could be on an individual. It was a hell worse than actual hell. It was a place made especially for the descendants of the watchers. It was and still is a place to torture souls that could prevent the apocalypse. The descendants had a lot of power as a group, but they needed their queen. Their queen was currently plotting to kill them all.

Just hollow space. What did he do to you, I thought, chest tight. What the hell did he do? “We’ll get her back,” George said. “And then we’ll fix whatever’s broken. You, me, Evie, the whole pack, we’ll put her back together.” “If there’s anything left,” I muttered. “There will be. She’s Freya. She’s tougher than Viktor Ashford. She’ll come through this.” I wanted to believe it so bad. But I’d seen the bodies. Seven descendants. All powerful. All prepared. All dead.

The four? "There were only three Alpha heirs," Selene said. "Blackridge. Silverclaw. Thorncrest. Damien, Ryker, you. Three. Always three." "Then who's the fourth?" Her mind raced through every name the last five years had handed her, and then it stopped— not because she'd found the answer, but because the answer had been standing beside her the entire time. "Victor." "He wasn't an heir," Kieran said. "He'd already inherited Ashfang."

I said, leaning back on my chair and started swaying on it. “Where is he?” “Costa Rica,” “F*ck. We should have guessed that is where he would have gone,” my father cursed as he hit the table with his fist. The familigia had little to no connections in Costa Rica, and that is probably why he had gone there. “In two day he is going to meet with Vlad there.” “And how do you know all this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me, looking very skeptical. He had every reason to be. Not everyone could know the movement of one of the highly ranking Russian vors. Vlad was an underboss for The Odessa, a Russian crime organization which was a rival of the Bandoni Famiglia

he said, his face twisted with disgust, "I warned you again and again about these people since the day you became a made man and even before that but you ended up being a fucking fool. I don't care what shit you have signed up with Costello, I'll stand with you in this war. We've Costello right here, we've his underboss right here, his enforcer, his influential family members. With Nikolai gone, we've already won. We could kill them all right now." "You're planning on killing Scott?" Aunt Alessia asked, looking between Dad and me. "No, Nikolai alive is worth more than he is dead. We're in a good place with them right now, Dad. To attack now would be foolish." Dad raked a hand through his hai

“I hated him. All I wanted was the money. And now, it’s mine.” The air left my lungs. It felt like someone had driven a steel rod through my chest, the pain radiating into my arms, my neck, my bones. My hospital gown clung damp and cold against my skin, the metallic scent of blood filling my nose. “No,” I rasped. “This has to be some kind of joke. Please, Valen... stop this. Stop hurting me. I’m begging you.” His eyes were dead. “You were never meant to keep those riches, Adrielle. You’re just a privileged cunt the universe made the mistake of favoring.”

But honestly, he didn't have anything to avenge against the Stark's. The only reason he wanted to destroy them, was because he was always jealous of Arthur, since Elena considered him her successor, so that he could take over as the head of the Mafia. And dane wanted to be her successor and not Arthur. So he tried to kill Arthur multiple times, but never even came close to succeeding. And the day Dane killed Arthur's parents, Dane was actually planning on killing Arthur and not his parents, but things didn't go as planned. And he was the one who killed Amber's parents, just so he can turn Amber against the Stark's, and use her against them. And Amber had no idea about that.