Novel & Cerita Goldmember Villain

"Last year, you gave my father this bracelet. You said it was sterling silver and cost a lot. It wasn’t. It was industrial scrap metal. The lead content was dangerously high. My father wore it for less than three days before his wrist started reacting. He needed treatment for half a month. "He hid it from me so I wouldn’t feel caught in the middle. He even told me to treat you well. You gave him something toxic and still had the nerve to call my real gold fake?" My voice dropped colder with every word. "Diana, Drake, your hearts are darker than that metal." Diana stood there, speechless, her face pale. "I… I didn’t mean to…" she muttered weakly. "Save it for the police." I handed the bracele

She would remark sarcastically that men should buy their girlfriends gifts to make them happy, and that it was their duty. Despite this, she had described me as a leech. As an heiress from the upper class of Jetland, Tessa was worth tens of billions of dollars. I thought of the list of presents that she had prepared for Zeke Palmer. I thought of my mother, who had been tormented by her disease and had passed away in great pain because we hadn't had the money for treatment. I did not want to face Tessa for a single moment longer. I had just got up to leave when there was a noise at the door once more.

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

“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.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

"I have no business with your man, stupid, but when you start acting as though you love Oliver, then it becomes my problem besides we both know you only love spending his hard-earned money and you don't have any single feelings for him." Arielle was shocked at my words. I guess she never really expected me to catch on to her silly games; I mean, I am Charmaine Raven, and I wrote a book on the subject. She might have everyone, including Oliver, fooled, but she can't fool me with her plastic brains. "Come on now I wonder how dumb she thinks I am, I'm the president of the gold diggers association, and she can't fool me easily." "I don't know what you are talking about; I love Oliver, and he cho

Her eyes widened comically as she took in the balance. "Holy moonstone!" she exclaimed. "That's enough to buy half the territory! What did you do, threaten to expose all his pack secrets?" "He just... transferred it," I said, still bewildered. "After I specifically told him I wanted to be independent." Sarah's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well, well, well. Looks like Daddy Gold is trying to stay in your good graces." "Daddy Gold?" I repeated, incredulous. "That's what the she-wolves at the Silver Moon Club call him," Sarah explained with a shrug. "Rich, powerful Alpha who provides for his favorites. Though usually not quite this generously."

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She bit her lower lip and pulled back. “All that will cost you.” Marcel pulled something out of the pocket of his pants. From Celia’s view, it was a gold coin, larger than she imagined most coins were. The lady’s eyes widened. “Think I could change this while I’m here?” Marcel asked with a smug look. “Can I see?” Marcel gave it to her and she fiddled with it, checking its authenticity before handing it back. She made intentional physical contact with him as she gave it back, eliciting a growl from Layla.

"I'll take care of it. But still avoid him as much as possible. " Was that all she had to say? Damn it! A complaint to the association against me would certainly not look good in my final assessment. “Can't you do something about that? I mean he can't just do that. I didn't do anything wrong! " Sighing, Jilin looked up. “Goldberg is a troublemaker who thinks he's better because he's from the upper class. For him, the proles hunt is just a pastime with which he gets his kick. Nevertheless, I have to admit that he is good at what he does and even if he has a bad character, I would welcome him to the guild at any time. "