Dr Flug Villainous Novels & Stories

Another girl entered, she looked exactly like the one currently straddling Kai with her body, but I recognized this one because her wolf-cut shoulder-length hair was in place. Oh, and this exact one was sneering at me. Twins. The medieval man continued his speech. “I am Professor Bengal.” He turned to the lady next to him. “And my assistant here is Dr Zia. She is from the healer's section. She’s here to mend your broken bones.” The entire hall broke out in laughter. All aside from the five-starred students at the other end of the hall, I could tell not everyone from the acolytes was present. I mostly recognized those who had come up as ward and section leaders yesterday.

The strange lady instantly flared up, also jumping to her feet. “She can’t be your wife. I’m meant to become your wife or have you forgotten? Look at her…” her furious gaze trailed towards my stance. “You seriously cannot be serious.” She let out a dark chuckle, following the dirty assessment on my appearance. “You can’t pick her over me!” She snapped whilst her index shoved at her chest. “She looks picked from the slums, like she’s worthless and has no value. I’m better than her and you know it. You can’t marry her!” She deadpanned with an unserious stubbornness.

The doctor is in the middle of a procedure. That is not a doctor, Thorne sneered, stepping down the stairs with a slow, deliberate arrogance. That is Killian Vance's discarded trash. She is a Blackwood spy who walked across our borders with a broken bond just to gain access to our leader's throat. I saved your lieutenant on the highway, you idiot, Valerie said, her voice dripping with pure, freezing contempt.

Clap, clap, clap—the sound of her ass slapping skin echoed in the room. Keon moaned, strapped down, cock twitching, precum leaking out thick and white. “Please,” he begged. “Let me touch her. Let me cum” Dr. Vale just smiled. “No. You’ll sit there with that cock leaking while I fuck your wife raw.” Sariah leaned back, grabbing her own tits. “Oh fuck—I’m gonna cum” Dr. Vale slapped her ass. “Not yet.” Dr. Vale slipped on a second pair of black gloves.

A scarlet arrow of water exploded next to his foot, blasting a huge hole several feet deep into the tiled floor. "If you say another word, don't blame me for what I'll do to you!" Rosalie was the only regret in Flynn's life. He had been unable to win so much as a smile from her, even though he had pulled out all the stops. He had never expected that slut to run off to Steinberg and get into an ambiguous relationship with a traditional medicine doctor. Several rumors about her had even started spreading in Draepolis. And if they had only been rumors before, now they were confirmed.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

Rue’s arm had blackened along the lines of his vein whilst the blood had oozed like ink… “What is a fly without wings? A walk.” He said the childhood joke darkly. “What is a dragon with only one wing?” “You need the anti-venom,” I interrupted. “Why did you not say something sooner, Rue? Why let it go this far?” Aien had returned and I felt his breath across my neck as he leaned over to see the wound. “Shit,” he whispered. “I can fix this,” I said with a confidence I did not feel. “Describe the creature to me, Rue. Was it a spider, or like that thing in Nerith… Or the thing here with the stinging tail?”

I turned around to stare directly into his eyes, which looked cryptic under the dim light. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not Annika Summers. I am Vivian Cunningham, your wife. Remember?" I said sarcastically before running out of the closet. I did my best to hold back my tears and not cry in front of him, but my emotional armor shattered as soon as I rushed into the room and locked myself inside. It was just a mistake, a drunken mistake. Nothing else. What did I expect? Of course, he's still in love with his little bird. Of course, he didn't want me.

Russell questioned as he gazed at his mother who was packing the luggages into the suitcase. Flora turned to look at her son with misty eyes, he was too young to understand anything that was going on, after she watched the video, she was left in shock, the husband she got married to was a murderer, not only did he kill his son, he also killed his wife, then what about her? what was she like in his eyes? she was just an insect whom he could crushed at any time, she was called a gold digger for having married a rich man, but she never cared, instead she continued the painful journey with love, the love she had for him. This instant she vowed to never have anything to do with him, never again,

I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath. Vincenzo Drakvolk. The tallest. The leader. Amber eyes that burned slow like embers under ash, voice that could command armies or unravel panties with a single syllable. Lorenzo Drakvolk. Gold-eyed devil with a smirk that promised sin, hands that looked made for breaking things—or making them beg. Valentino Drakvolk. The quiet one. White hair like fresh snow on a grave, silver eyes that never blinked when they decided something belonged to them. The one they called the devil not because he was cruel, but because he