Elio Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

They could take the insults, but one thing they wouldn’t take was talking about Sadie, and the mercenary saw that he had made a mistake. “Huh, no, I’m sorry. I slipped out; it was a mistake. I was scared for my children and for my wife. I’m a husband, and I’m a father. Please let me go.” “You fucking bastard!” Marcel roared, aiming his fist once again at the man’s face. And he was giving them a lead. “You mean nothing to us. Threatening our woman means death,” Elio said, as he took out the gun. Before the man could plead for mercy, the loud bang of the gun echoed as it left a burning hole in the man’s head, letting the man fall from the chair.

“Mateo isn't a King, Sebastian. He’s a middle manager with an ego problem. He actually thought kidnapping a grandmother was the masterstroke. He has no vision. No aesthetic.” “Where is he taking her?” Ocean demanded. Her voice didn't tremble. It was a cold, sharp blade that cut through Elio’s theatrics. She stepped out from behind me, her pistol leveled at his chest. “If you want to play the villain, Elio, do it quickly. I don't have the patience for your monologues today.”

Oliver Valenti—who looked more suited to sipping champagne in Paris than sitting in a mafia bunker. “Victor.” Piero opened first. “One woman. Just one. And twelve teams aren’t enough? For fifteen years we believed that sin was buried.” Victor swirled his whisky. A lazy motion that radiated menace. “She’s no ordinary target. Trained. Hidden by professional hands.” “Or perhaps,” Elthario offered with a venomous smile, “she’s simply a ghost you’ve nursed from your own guilt.” “She’s real.” Victor’s gaze ignited a cold fire. Elthario fell silent.

I had just thought that as she was destined to take over from Selene, she would only have developed our goddess’s powers. “Like Kara said, we can’t be sure, but as Helios is growing a tighter foothold here, Kara’s has been developing new powers.” Elio casts his eyes down the table. “I trust that this will stay between us. If anyone finds out what my little wolf is capable of, you will be ashes before your next breath,” Dylan, Caden and Avery all audibly swallow. Elio’s eyes burn, revealing the demon half of him lurking beneath. As if any of us would dare to cross him before.

"I sense a familiar feeling from you, but I don't know what it is.” "So?" Adrian asked. "That feeling makes me think you're dangerous. Although I don't believe in destiny, I feel like you might be my nemesis!" Adrian chuckled. 'His nemesis? Does he think he is the main character in a novel or something?' He asked, "So, you plan to find an opportunity to kill me?" "Exactly. In three days, I'll kill you during the search operation," Elio declared with a smug expression. Unfortunately, Adrian remained unaffected. "Let's go," he said while taking Lyra's hand.

“Still fiery. I remember when you could barely look me in the eye.” “I was scared,” I bite out. “Now I’m angry.” He tilts his head, amused. “Anger is good. It means you still care.” I step back, keeping Elio close. “You’re insane.” “Insane would be letting Damian destroy everything I built. Do you know what he’s done? How far he’s gone to smear my name?” “You did that yourself.” His smile falters, just a flicker, then returns. “He’s convinced you I’m the villain. Typical. But you forget, I was the one who kept you safe once.”

But now Helio refuses to marry Eleanor, because he is mated. No. I won’t let it happen. Thank the goddess Helio’s mate is human. Humans are fragile—and can die easily. Getting her out of the picture won’t be hard at all. A slow smile spread across my face. Yes… it would be easy to just kill her. “I want to know everything about this mate of his,” I told Mario. “Get me every detail—who she is, where she’s from, everything.” He nodded quickly. “As you wish.” No one—no one—is going to ruin the plans I’ve spent years building for the Chesters.

“Then call his room and tell him his cousin Isadora wants to talk to him.” The woman did just that, nodding as she spoke into the phone. “All right, Mr. Vitiello.” She hung up and smiled politely at me. “The presidential suite on the thirtieth floor.” I headed toward the elevators. Elia shook his head as he stalked after me. “He probably thinks it’s a trap and awaits with blazing guns. Luca is the most distrustful man I know, and for good reason.” “Well, he won’t shoot a pregnant woman. And he knows me, so calm down.”

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

Ari had no idea how vicious and villainous her best friend seemed to have become. Elliot is known for being domineering and demanding, but Ari never imagined he could be so unscrupulous. Ari had been traumatized since the day she was abducted. She was terrified. And it was all because of Elliot's idea. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that the hero she had presumed was clearly the villain in her story. Elliot is egotistical and selfish, and Ari will also never understand his barbaric ways, no matter what his justifications and reasons are. One thing is clear about Ari: he is an asshole who doesn't care about her at all but only himself. He is a manipulative jerk who blames others