Glitter Force Villain Novels & Stories

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

she trailed into a cough as she began to itch her face and her shoulder at the same time. It’s about damn time. “You’ll regret this,” she rasped out in a dry tone as she scratched on her body harder. I took the water I brought and the glass cup, filled it up to half and dumped all the pills inside the bottle into the liquid to dissolve and become useless. “Consider this my first act of revenge, have a great morning Georgina.” I gave her a smile before I turned around and walked out with the glass cup.

Focus and concentration on to what she was doing, forgetting the world around her. "You're late," the woman added, grinning over her shoulder. "We gave you 'til nightfall before claiming this room as sovereign territory. I'm afraid you've entered Glitterstan." His mouth stayed shut. A part of him wanted to leave. To reclaim the quiet. The control. But his daughter had made a sound—a breath, soft and nasal—something that resembled stifled amusement. And that sound tethered him. The nanny noticed. "You're just in time," she said, patting a spot near the fire. "We need a third for Cheatopoly."

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

It was about Lily, her safety and well-being driving his every move. Glenn, sensing his adversary's determination, attempted to rally his strength, but Blake was one step ahead. With a focused thought and a burst of energy, he channeled his power into a wave of invisible force, directed at Glenn. The force hit Glenn like a battering ram, disrupting his concentration and causing an involuntary shift that left him momentarily vulnerable.

"How dare you use your glamour on me, betraying your own blood? What for? For some mutt? What did the bastard do to you, sister?" He struggled against her compulsion, trying to resist her command. His frustration built as he roared and yelled in an attempt to break free from the glamour's grasp. Despite his efforts, she continued to pressure him, driving him closer and closer to giving in. And she was succeeding, apparently, in making him do her bidding, a testament to her formidable powers and her ability to bend others to her will. I was absolutely stunned by the peculiar scene in front of my eyes. She indeed used her glamour on her own brother to save me.

A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness. "George, my old friend, we have a common enemy," Killian sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "Tiffany O'Hearn, the awakened she-wolf, and her childhood ally, the werewolf. They have disrupted our plans for far too long. It's time to unleash chaos upon their lives and make them suffer."

Payment to Shadowmancer Coven: 20,000 gold - Deception Coaching. Forged Demon Stone with Target's Spiritual Signature: 100,000 Gold. I kept scrolling, and what I saw next made me want to vomit. It was a log of messages Gloria had sent to Hazel, a stream of insults and threats: "You bitch, you really think Fabian could ever love you?" "Keep dreaming. His heart belongs to me." "You're just a pathetic placeholder." "Just wait. I'm going to make you regret ever being born." And then, even more venomous:

Professional, my ass. “Hey, looks can be deceiving. I promise you, these are the best spells that we could ever get. Glenda is one of the most powerful witches and she could very well rule the council if she chose to. But she hates those snobs and they hate her right back for being a lesbian.” “Okay. Let’s get this out of the way before setting out to the Dark Forest. Tell me how to use them. Let’s divide them among us then.” He nodded in agreement and took the Frisbee out.