Female Villain Deku นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They kept on waiting, while vida kept on spooning her delicious meal. ' hmm, as for Katie, she is so cute, like a princess who relies on her charm to win the hearts of men.' vida was so immense in her thoughts. Andrea's can kill with just a glance, Katie charms will do the trick. Final decision: " Andrea why aren't you an angel or a goddess, you are very beautiful, look at your sparkling crystal green eyes" vida said and Andrea's jaw dropped, this is not the answer she was expecting. She turned her head to Katie and the other one was estastic waiting for the results.

Overload didn’t happen. “So, who’s your favorite character?” I smirked under the disco neon lights. “Why are you smirking?” “You didn’t check all the characters?” She stopped dancing when she realized something. “So it’s true then. Devin told me Kimia from Que Wilan is based on me?” She laughed out loud. “What’s she like?” I daydreamed. “She’s hot, sexy, seductive.” “Come on, Cenric.” She playfully hit me on my chest.

The man with curly brown hair replied shyly. Gotcha. I can’t help but smirk at the success of my bait. “Oh my! Really?! How cool is he?! Can you tell me more about it?” I asked them excitedly as they started to match my mood. "My lady! You just can't imagine how amazing Duke Vel Lavite is when he swings his sword!" "He looks so scary and powerful when he cuts the enemy's heads off!" I bit my lip inwardly behind the fan to stop myself from laughing. Dude, you should discuss these things with a noble lady. How terrified would they be when you speak about killings and blood?

The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years. She is sad. The whole of her is sad. The sadness is not new; it is settled, the way a stain is settled in old cloth. "My name is Vessa." "The third host." "You read fast for a young one. Yes." She moves toward me — not by swimming, by appearing closer the way memories appear closer — and she sits, cross-tailed, in the silt at the edge of the seventh cairn. Her hands rest in her lap. The pearl in my chest is uneasy with her in a way it was not uneasy with Morrigwen, and after a second I understand why. The pearl is afraid of Vessa specifically. Vessa su

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

You need to find out why you're even in this world before you start falling for a man's soft chest. I coughed, my throat feeling dry and tight. The strangest part wasn't the Emperor's touch; it was the fact that Mei Ling's voice was now echoing in my head like a literal inner wolf. "Now you know part of what made me a villain," her voice whispered, sounding distant and cold. "Believe me, I was never like this. They made me this way. They made me vital and horrible. If you get the chance, look for Priestess Yan Xun she will show you what you must do. Remember Do not trust anyone. Not the pack, not even the Emperor. No one."

Perhaps it was due to her instincts as the villainess of the story, but from the moment she saw this woman, she hated her from the bottom of her heart. She had a face that was completely different from hers. Meanwhile, the model husband in other people’s eyes and the person who once loved her the most was holding this woman’s hand and even hugging her while working. They acted as if no one else existed. They interacted with such intimacy that it seemed as if they had been together for years, even though a year ago, my father had badmouthed this woman with her in the middle of the night. They had both believed that this was a manipulative witch who was highly skilled in pretending to be innoc

Ava chuckled, "I am not sure everybody will agree with you about that." "It's their loss then. I have only met you for a little while but I am sure that you are a nice person with a good heart." Dreya said as he stood up from his kneeling position. "I am also a freak too. Did you know that? A vampire-werewolf hybrid. I have always known that something was wrong with me." "No Ava, you aren't a freak. And I have seen a lot of freaks." Ava smiled at this, "Thanks. Do you know Evena?" she asked.

How could she stand another woman in her way of happiness? Why? Cecilia knew why many would not agree with her way of thinking. But opinion went both ways. Cecilia would always expect that with only her golden finger, she could succeed in this world. That was what it should be. She didn't need to be good and knew that everyone was not purely good, just like her. Celine Diamond was a bitch who stole someone else's fiance, and Cynthia Delaroche was a racist who discriminated against Vampires. Like her, Celine Diamond used her Sorcery and her Saintess power to attract Ezekiel's attention.