Flug Villainous Novels & Stories

"And more. That head of yours. Oh, no, I'll preserve it, make sure it stays fresh and intact and that will serve as a welcome sign to Florence. Generation upon generation will know what kind of a sissy you are." Unsurprisingly, I smiled. And the expression brightened when a reminder visited. Unlike other villains, I wasn't easily pushed to anger. Vincenzo's threat showed a great level of creativeness. The Moreno bastard could be anything but a daftie. "Yes. Brood on that," he said. "Okay, I guessed I was wrong to have given him too much credit. He stank of immaturity.

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

“We all love you, Flora. Me, Mielle, Lottie and Carl.” “Mielle is a liar!” “Mielle is not one of mine. If she didn’t love you for real she wouldn’t pretend to do it! You know her Flora! You know her hell better than anyone else! Don’t lie to yourself! You are strong but gentle, clever but kind. And you are always willing to help and love, even those that hurt you the most! You are a great woman Flora! You are the greatest I have ever seen! And I love you. I love every single detail about you: Your beautiful smile, your warm voice, your kind touch. Everything about you is divine and angelic. You are a creature of light not of bones and flesh. How can you doubt it?! How can you doubt your wort

“What lover? Is she really a loose character girl, Vlad? You must have known about her character last night.” Vladimir clenched his fingers tightly into a fist and left to see his wife leaving his confusing father and angry brother behind. “Valentina!” Mia sneered at her cousin. “Stop asking stupid questions!” “What's stupid about this?” She asked. “We all know what kind of man Bratva Pakhan is? People call him the Sinner. And Rose, she is a plain Jane unlike me. But given his ugly Scarred features he could get only her.” Valentina let out a giggle as if she made the joke.

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.

His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and fear was evident in his wide eyes. They forced him onto his knees in the center of the room before stepping aside, while Diago took his place beside me. The VIP room fell into an eerie silence. The man looked up nervously. "Mr. King, I..." Before he could finish, I stood up and stubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray on the table in front of me. My polished shoes clicked against the marble floor as I slowly approached him. Then without warning I punched him hard. A painful cry escaped his lips as my fist collided with his face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

“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.”

The strange lady instantly flared up, also jumping to her feet. “She can’t be your wife. I’m meant to become your wife or have you forgotten? Look at her…” her furious gaze trailed towards my stance. “You seriously cannot be serious.” She let out a dark chuckle, following the dirty assessment on my appearance. “You can’t pick her over me!” She snapped whilst her index shoved at her chest. “She looks picked from the slums, like she’s worthless and has no value. I’m better than her and you know it. You can’t marry her!” She deadpanned with an unserious stubbornness.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.