Evil Protagonist Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”

The loud unknown voice yelled impatiently. Vicoliz slowly walked towards the Spear and was about to place his hands on it but halted. "What am I doing? Vicoliz you are not evil. I am not evil. I can never be evil all in the name of power. This is greed" He yelled. Suddenly a copy of himself dressed in black appeared at his left hand side and spoke "Take it Vicoliz. If you want to be Action god, accept to be evil, grab this once in a lifetime opportunity and grab this spear. Being evil is what is best"

The sight of blood made me sick but still, I didn’t think of leaving and Bernardo made sure to keep Sean away from me. Even as they fought. Okay, not fight because he hasn’t been able to deliver a single successful punch at Bernardo so it was more like Bernardo beating his ass up and undoing all the work I did. It was kind of comical seeing him go from being a ruthless villain talking about what he would do to my body to being an almost lifeless loser. The things I found out from the man. Goodness, I don’t think a greater evil ever existed. He killed so many shifters and even non-shifters. He did many shits that I couldn’t even bring myself to say out loud. There was so much evil inside of h

I'd much rather have him utilize his former hostility toward me instead of this sexual depravity. Why me? Because you're Muslim and he's trying to humiliate you. I am beyond disgusted at how low this monster can steep. He struts around as if he's some sort of a gentleman. However, there is absolutely nothing gentlemanly about his personality and traits. He's as evil as evil gets. He makes me sick to my stomach. Evil like him preys upon the weak and poor. It's beyond sickening how a demon like him can take pleasure from such a low despicable deed.

His every touch burns me and leaves me thinking maybe he’s right which only makes me hate him with every fibre of my being. But he forgot that I made a promise too. 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.

“You are evil…” The man spat at her. She arched an eyebrow and looked at the man. “I’m evil?” She asked shocked slightly. She shook her head “Sweetheart…you don’t know evil…you haven’t seen evil..I have…do you know what it is like to hold a dying child in your arms as you bleed out yourself because someone thought it was good to shoot them, just because they weren’t human? How about doing the same thing again, but with twins…and they were your own…would you call the children evil because they were not human? Or would you call their murderer evil? How about the person that burns down a whole town filled with women and children just because they aren’t human? How about being the person that ri

In fact, maybe I don't even deserve to live. I am an evil. I am an evil who changes it's form once in a while. An evil slave to its emotions and desire. An evil with no control over his instinct when the moon closes its distance to the land. That's right. A monstrous, blood-thirsty beast. A lycanthrope. "Sha-Shaun... " Loki whispered to my side. "Loki... Am I really that evil?" I said without looking at him

Defeated. Clenching my chest. You're evil. A monster. A demon from the pit of hell. I abhor you, and I want you dead. “Ah. I am evil. A monster and a demon. All these names for me alone. Uh?” He blurted out.

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

His every touch burns me and leaves me thinking maybe he’s right which only makes me hate him with every fibre of my being. But he forgot that I made a promise too. 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.