Novel & Cerita Every Villain Is Lemons

The same man I watched as he took an innocent life not long ago, and the very same man who claimed that he had set my brother free but everything in me told me that he was just a lying ballsack on top of all the ugly things he was. Now a liar, a thief, and a bloody murderer! A combination of everything from horror movies. All in all, Vincenzo was everything bad and I had just come on his fingers in ways I had never fathomed possible. And Good Mary, my body loved it. It craved for more. “Kyomi, don't.” He growled against my naked shoulder. A lone tear slipped down my cheek, the walls of my lungs closing in on me. I fought for a breath, only for it to hitch on top of the ugly lump in my throat

I said, standing up. “Oh, now you want to leave? Now that I actually bring up the topic, you act like you’re the victim here, when you’ve been nothing but a villain the entire time.” “A villain? You think I’m the villain? What the hell are you talking about, Lucas? You want me to admit I wanted to see your body in the morgue? What kind of sick person wants to hear something like that? Only someone without a heart would say something like that.” “And you’re supposedly someone with a heart? If you’re so noble, why can’t you admit that you’ve always wanted what was mine and were willing to go to extreme lengths to get it?”

“I’m just saying, Marella’s a beautiful woman, the fact that she’s pregnant won’t deter everyone. Not all men are freaked out by children.” Lee grabbed Mason by the front of his shirt. “Don’t talk about her.” “Break it down for me, buddy, because I really don’t get it.” Lee let go of Mason who straightened his shirt and sat down again, cracking the seal on the bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a generous helping. “The evil’s in my blood, in my DNA. I won’t have a child and live with the fear that I might hurt him or her.” “That’s stupid and you know it.”

“Not just insane, but needlessly cruel. The two of them checked off all three boxes for the Dark Triad – narcissism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism. You get a lot of psychopathy in the Bratva, a bit of narcissism, but rarely all three at once. Yes, Vanya and Feliks are real pieces of work, but once I found out their little plan to separate from our Family, I made quick work of Feliks. Vanya fled the state, and I thought that might be the end of it.” “Until he came back,” I finish for him. “Yes, I believe he returned because he realized he could finally enact his revenge by taking something precious from me. But I won’t let him. Not now, and not ever. That’s why he needs to die,” Lev says,

"Let us celebrate, everyone here should enjoy the fun, no one amongst us should be left aside, there are enough drinks, drugs, and the best part of it is that there are enough bitches," zoella said as the crowd burst into laughter. "Really? But I haven't seen any bad bitch yet, all I can see here, are flat asses and tight pussies." One of the vampires said, his name is, he is a very dangerous, fearless and wicked sadist, he can kill anybody at any time,

I reached over and squeezed Leila's hand. "Okay, enough chit chat," Amy said, getting down to business. She peered over her desk at Leila's stomach and raised an eyebrow. "I take it congratulations are in order?" Leila smiled, and then looked over at me. "Yes, someone here has super sperm." Amy laughed. "Oh? Is that what he told you?" she said, laughing as if it was the funniest thing that she'd ever heard. "Most vamps have 'super sperm', as he called it."

"Dai! Compagno, my child! Nope. I keep a family pack of condoms always and never fuck any whore bare! How could you speak of this sin! Machiavelli should punish you for saying such sinister words!" "Fuck you and your Philosophers!" Viso sneered. Liam who was listening to all this snapped his fingers at the two mafia bosses. Viso gave that Satan's son an ugly glare while Evan frowned at him. "I am Liam Perez. And I don't need a Dad like him, He is too ugly for being my Dad and I am enough for myself." Evan's brows shot up he opened his mouth to speak but Liam showed him his head. "I don't want to hear your ugly

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

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.

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui