Novel & Cerita Dickens Villain

"You have ten seconds to leave." Victoria tilted her head. "Still pretending you don't know what happened to Daniel?" Alessia went completely still. Victoria smiled. "I didn't come here to hurt Amara." She reached into her coat. Security immediately raised their weapons. Victoria slowly pulled out a small envelope. "I came to give her something." Alessia didn't move. "What?" Victoria held the envelope toward Amara. "Something your father left behind." Amara stared at it. "What is it?" Victoria's smile disappeared.

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

"The great Mafia king, brought to his knees by a mere woman. You're a joke, Dominic. A pathetic, lovesick fool." Dominic's eyes lit up like an ember, but he kept looking only at Valarie. He said in a low, deadly voice, "You're a cunning bastard, Victor. You always use women as shields, don't you? You're nothing but a pathetic coward, hiding behind the skirts of innocent women."

" I love you, Ellie, I don't give a toss what anyone thinks, least of all Tom and if he gives you any grief I shall bounce him off the walls." Ellie looked up at him, she knew he was at least eight inches taller than Tom. "I shall look forward to watching that." Jasper narrowed his eyes "Oh you vicious girl. A duchess is supposed to be full of grace." he said his hand going to her breast and gently pinching her nipple and grinned even more as she squirmed and whimpered into him. "I think you like that," he murmured into her ear as he carried on thrumming at her.

“You are the villain.” Nico’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he closed the distance between us. The air between us felt charged, like a storm about to break. “Villain?” he repeated, his voice low but laced with venom. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not just the villain—I’m the one who decides if you leave here alive.” I stiffened but refused to look away. “If you think you can scare me, you’re wrong.” A humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned in, his face inches from mine. “Scare you? Beth, you’re already scared. You just don’t want to admit it.”

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

My grandmother listens as if she has found something worth studying. “It applies to my personal life and my position at Blackwood. I am elegant, and my strength lies in mystery. To navigate life, I possess the wisdom of a serpent and a venom for danger,” she concludes. “A venom for danger!” my mother bursts into laughter. “And as wise as a serpent,” my grandmother adds, entertained. “You must have been in danger before. Strengthen your venom with this ,” my mother says, handing her champagne before leaving to attend to visitors. “You’re such a gothic blessing,” my grandmother chuckles. “I always thought to survive danger, don’t try to be innocent. Bite those who bite you, or they’ll trample

He sounded like he believed she was being foolish. “No, I am seeing it. You don’t know him like I do.” Her voice was firm. “I know enough.” His voice hardened. “I’ve seen what he does when someone crosses him. I’ve watched him break men without blinking. I’ve watched him bury entire careers with a phone call.” He listed Vincenzo's cruel acts, painting a picture of a heartless villain. “You’re not one to talk,” Daisy said, her tone sharp now, a sudden snap in her voice. She was tired of his judgment. “You’re judging him for the same crimes you commit. That makes you a hypocrite, Dante.”

“So everyone understood what that bitch was doing to me… everyone except me!” Whoa! Dad calling his beloved wife a bitch?! Who would have ever thought a day like this would ever come? Even though I know that wasn't meant for my ears and he was just mumbling to himself, I heard it. And for the very first time in my life… I saw the cracks in the man whom I have never thought of as anything other than a heartless monster, the cracks in the formidable Duncan Ryder. And that was when I realized something terrifying… He wasn’t just a villain.

Hence, he would hold such a nasty funeral there. People always said that one should offend righteous people rather than wicked people, and it made some sense because wicked people would really do anything. They had lost their conscience, and they were totally shameless. Diana scolded him in a low voice. “Wilhelm Torvald is purposely humiliating us! He’s really a piece of trash!”