Evil Protagonist Mga Nobela at Kwento

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

” Vincenzo hesitated to even speak, and when he did, he spoke with some kind of arrogance…” “My lord, I swear by my life, nothing…” Lord Lucifer whipped the image on the wall with anger. “Your dad isn’t evil… He made him evil. People see him, people see this man… as the symbol of justice.” He pointed at the wall, hitting the picture with his stick. “But no!!! He is not… He is the symbol of all evil… in sheep’s clothing.” “He ruined my life. He made me crave for blood. He made me destroy all of your childhoods… I won’t spare him and his descendants. Killing Aurora was not enough… I want this man’s head on a platter.”

Striker scoffed, but still burned the ground the dead walked on. Abandoning the thought of keeping my identity hidden, I appeared in front of the dead one by one and knocked them down. Their bones scattered, and Striker burned them away. This felt like a horrible thing to do but I didn’t think we had any other way to stop this unless we found the root of evil—Aleister Anasazi—the puppet master. “ I didn’t want you to feel like I made a sacrifice for you when I made the deal with Levian. ” I breathed hard as I continued to move.

Was life always this filled with confusing grey area? I tried to retain as much information as I could. This knowledge might come in handy one day. I studied the man. There was a lot more sides to this then I could ever fathom. There was evil in him, but it would seem that wasn’t all of him. There was a kind of goodness there to, deep down I will admit. A goodness hidden by angry and bitterness. Villains weren’t born, they were created. The monster he had become had been made unknowingly. Was there more goodness to him, then the brief, fleeting moments I had witnessed? I was starting to lose sight of what it was I was meant to be fighting exactly. Maybe whatever this was, was actually better

The doctor survived and asked the authority to close the case in order to cover up his negligence as a medical practitioner in exchanged of money. William tried to continue the investigation for he believed that Makar did it because of his daughter. But Gen. Arnold Thumper, the chief of police, framed him up which led to termination. After leaving his job, he worked in his father’s group of private detectives so that he could still perform his former duty as an investigator.

LUCA The agonizing cries of a cowering man is the greatest bliss of a lifetime. I would say that I find it pleasurably entertaining from the depths of my soul but it has none. It’s earned me a reputation that I now love to live by. I’ve been called a lot of things and evil is one of them but not the kind that’s done to a man by his fellow man, sprung by jealousy or broken pride. No, it was the evil that came at you in retribution to the sin one commits against me or my family.

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.

“Forgive me, Reverend, but are you telling me the Devil made you do it?” “Oh, no,” he said letting out a rich, warm laugh. “But that’s very good. I should have seen that coming. No, I was acting on my conscience. Melville Roberts was not simply a troubled man who had succumbed to his vices, you see. He was an agent of The Adversary. His mission on this earth was to corrupt. To turn people away from the light and into the darkness. And he was very successful.”

I yelled out spitting my venom. I’ve seen bad guys in the movies with wicked motives as they torture and turn lives upside down, only thinking of their selfish needs and no one else. Power has always been their priority, not family or friends. They will take advantage of others, and terrorize helpless victims, thinking their motives are understandable– which sometimes they are–, they are persistent f*ckers, but clever. Well, not that clever because they seem to forget that good will always overcome. Angel was pure evil and power was his motive. He never cared about anyone but himself. Didn’t even give it a second thought before slashing my Mother’s throat after all the abuse he put her throu

Only a piece of the pool area could be seen. "Lo digo en serio (I'm mean it). Lo que Gael y su dulce esposa le hicieron a esos hombres, a Leonel, a Raymond, a todo el mundo; lo que nos hicieron... (What Gael and his sweet wife have done to these men, to Leonel, to Raymond, to everyone; what they have done to us...) Fue malo, incómodo y feo escuchar a un hombre como Raymond describirse a sí mismo como alguien tan débil (It has been bad, uncomfortable and ugly to hear a young man like Raymond describe himself as someone so weak), que se ha dejado influenciar por una mujer como esa (that he let himself be influenced by a woman like that), cuando sabemos que él no es débil, es la maldad actuando