Dr Flug Villainous Novels & Stories

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

Alpha Evan asked, his furious gaze fixed on Alpha Adrian. Alpha Adrian glared at me, making me avert my gaze. I was too stunned to even try to defend myself. Besides, in my shocked state, I realised that no matter what I said, Alpha Adrian would obviously listen to Alpha Evan over me for he was an Alpha and I was Melody, the girl he hated more than anything in this world. I also belatedly realised that even if I tried to tell Alpha Adrian what I'd seen Alpha Evan do, he would never believe me. Heck, he'd probably sock me in the gut before I'd even finished my explanation.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

someone said. “What’s wrong with the auction organizers? How could you make a botch of things by bringing stuff like this to us?” “That’s right… Pretty lady, you fell for it. I wouldn’t want this terrible thing even if someone were to give it to me for free…” A few men at the table next to them looked at Xyla and spoke. Everyone seemed certain that this material couldn’t possibly produce anything good… “This is a classic case of a fool with a lot of money…” “Exactly… Isn’t she the wife of Dragon Group’s heir? She’s really dumb.”

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

“So you could decide if they deserve to keep doing it.” The room went very still. Something hot and painful rose in Violetta’s chest. Not fear. Not shock. Something more complicated. Because this— this was what made loving Draven so dangerous. He was not a good man. Not in the clean, noble, gentle sense. He was ruthless. Violent. Terrifying when crossed. But when it came to her— he would drag entire kingdoms to their knees and still ask if she wanted the final say. And that kind of devotion could ruin a woman.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"Weren't you into mature women?" "Quit questioning!" "When did you—" "Alex!" "Alright! I must say you've got amazing taste in women." "And yours sucks," Kevin scoffed watching Luciana flirting with another man. He hates greedy women like her. Never loyal to anyone but money and status. "You're mean, aren't you?" "I can be," Kevin chuckled and leaned down, touching the tip of his cigarette with Alex', lighting it up and placing it between his lips. A minute later, Luciana came back with two glasses of alcohol in both hands.

They all knew whenever their alpha wolf doctor unleashed her punishment on her pups. "Oh~Malcove~" Natasha sang as she approached her son while smiling. Malcove jolted from hearing it and slowly turned around to meet her mother's meaningful smile. "Mommy...I...I can...e-explain..." Malcove started to quiver in fear as he stepped backward since Natasha kept advancing toward him. She grinned and the last thing that echoed through that night was the scream of a young hybrid pup. "Who would have the slightest thought that I, Morbius Draven that known as Ruthless Vampire found a Wolf Doctor which much more ruthless than I could be whenever it comes on punishing our children." Morbius thought whil

The shoes were hard to miss, especially since Sylvia had been hounding him for the exact same pair. His eyes drifted back to Heira. Going against everything he stood for, he watched her speak to a flight attendant about changing her meal. She was still avoiding eye contact, even though she must have felt his gaze piercing through her. “You claim not to have an issue with someone I assume is your wife,” Dr. Vale said, unfazed, “ yet she was adamant on the crew moving her seat. As little as the clash was, it managed to catch my attention. My line of profession doesn't allow me to overlook it. I’m not a gold digger, sir. I am, in fact, one of the best consultants in Italy. I couldn’t help but n