Novel & Cerita Descendants 4 Villain

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.

Avery looked at Lydia in the back seat. Lydia sighed and nodded her head. ”Because if he has information but keeps it hidden, then he’s putting his entire family in danger.” My eyes widened. ”What do you mean?” I asked her. They knew something and hadn't told me. ” Malia's cousin is a descendant from the first vampire that ever existed. She’s powerful and has been seeking revenge on the people who turned her cousin, meaning you and your family. If Malia tells her that you two are mates, she might have the leverage she needs.”

I knelt on the couch, in front of the woman I somehow wanted more than power, more than inheritance, even more than my next breath. In that moment, there was no Vivienne Vance. No cold past carved into my bones. There was only hot skin, parted thighs, and a hunger I had starved for too long. From where I knelt, I could see Sera naked, legs open, sitting on the backrest of the couch. And right behind her, those photos …. The cold eyes I once feared. Now they would witness. “I hope they’re watching,” I muttered, holding her thigh when she tried to close them again. “So they’ll know this is how I rewrite the family legacy.”

Cole spoke slowly, thinking about the words he was saying. “Could that be why he was beating her? To bring on the birth of her wolf” Cole asked. “Do you think maybe he knew she was special?” I asked him, ignoring his last question. “He knew of her line” Dad said walking out the door, wiping blood off his hands. “Huh?” I questioned looking at him intently, “He knew that she’s descended from Selena, but he doesn’t know she is the Triple Goddess” “He said that?” I snapped,

It held a single yellow legal pad, an uncapped black rollerball pen, and a faded photograph his mother had mailed him from the coast a week ago—Damien at four years old, his dark hair messy, wearing the exact, intense jawline that Eli had inherited, staring off-camera at something he had deemed worthy of his absolute, unbroken concentration. Damien had looked at that photograph for a decade on this desk without truly seeing the boy in it. For eleven years, he had been the brilliant, untouchable Damien Voss, a man who moved markets with a casual signature, who commanded a skyscraper on the forty-eighth floor, who had signed a set of divorce papers without asking a single question because he b

With a face full of grief, I swung the club in a wide arc and brought it down on Violet's calf with brutal force. "He's a fake heir, and you're the real daughter! You'd betray your own parents for some outsider? You've been possessed by a demon!" I kept swinging, shouting my heartbreak with every strike. "Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!"

He asked in a rough voice, "Who said you could call me what my mom did?! My mom's not even in her grave yet, and you're already trying to replace her, aren't you?!" The system said, "It's over, kiddo. The villain's darkening level has hit 100%." I did not know what it meant to be completely villainous. All I knew was that Dad was heartbroken and furious! He was like a wild animal pushed to the edge. Julia looked scared, quickly moving closer to Grandpa. "Honey, if the child dislikes me this much, maybe I should just go..." Grandpa, already a volcano of anger, turned even redder. "She's my wife and your elder! How can you talk to your own mother that way?!"