Novel & Cerita Frozen Hans Villain

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

But she focused. "Absolute Zero!" she whispered. A beam of pure cold shot across the chamber. It hit Valerius mid-stride. For a second, the villain froze, encased in a block of blue ice. But the Tyrant roared—a sound felt in the bones rather than heard. A wave of heat pulsed from the giant eye. The ice shattered instantly. Valerius shook off the frost, smiling. "Your parlor tricks won't work here, Ice Queen! The heat is infinite!"

If Iulia was still down with grief, how was Hansson still doing that? Nyx moved quickly and went for Hansson’s neck, but he swatted the air and sent her flying across the driveway. Hansson seemed to have gotten stronger somewhere between snatching her dad off the stage and hanging him over the giant spherical sculpture on the fountain. That was impossible. Shadow attacked him next and was sent to the opposite side while Hansson continued to speak to Diego. She didn’t understand. Their bond supposedly made them a significant threat to Hansson, but he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

Hans was a man in his 60s, who might be a senior citizen, but he was deadly. “I have always admired you, Azazel. You have the guts of a lion,” this earned a scoff from the brothers. “Buttering me won’t help you, Hans,” Azazel poured himself a glass of whiskey. “Well, I am not. I am telling you the truth,” Hans took his flask out, drinking the contents. “If you really did admire me, you shouldn’t have helped the Irish,” Azazel put the glass down. “Ahh… the Irish,” he laughed, “it was a mere in-the-moment help,” Hans winked. “Their pesky clan won’t threaten us,” Hans reassured.

Hansel was also in on the fraud with the dead accountant which meant… “I’ve already gotten more than enough money from it but no amount of money could ever be worth the look on her face while she was getting hit. This is just the beginning. I promised her hell and I was going to make true of every single threat. Tampering with Denzel’s accounts to frame her would be the least of things I would be doing.” …Hansel was the one who had access to the computer and framed her. Dignity was everything to Kiara. She didn’t have any money or property or love but her dignity was everything to her.

At this time, Hansen was lying comfortably on the couch, with one leg resting on the back of the other couch as he kicked a bottle of mineral water up high. "Christopher, will you die if you don't do it? Couldn't you do this in front of me? If it weren't for Johan, then can you save me from Yadriel's devil claws? Don't think that I don't know about it. I'll let you know that I'm well aware of it." Hansen's face was full of contempt.

I bit my lower lip upon hearing those words. That was the same for me. I’ve been trying to find the killer for months, but I haven’t been able to do that. Hans won’t even tell who the man was, even if it will cost him his freedom. I promised him a reduction of his sentence, although he didn’t deserve it, in exchange that he will tell me his subordinate’s identity. But Hans told me something infuriating instead. “I’d rather die than tell his name. Do you know how happy I am that he killed River in front of me?” He chuckled devilishly. “If I can’t have you, nobody will. Always remember that.”