Romans & histoires Help! The Villainess Trapped In The Beast World's Drama!

"I'm afraid to see my daughter killed by its vicious claws over some little boy she just met. Especially when she's suppose to stay away from them." "Dad. What's going on? I still remember how angry you got with that unknown call you had in your office." "You overheard me?" "Some. But your behavior is more terrifying than it was before. Why?” "Because what we were preparing for is now confirmed. The beast is back and we have to kill it before it takes more lives.”

Yvette trembled and let out a soft cry when the beast came into view. She had been studious since she was a child and was quite knowledgeable. Hence, she could recognize the beast at once. The behemoth in front of her was indeed a Sea Enchanted Beast! Roar! The beast roared again; its blood-shot eyes were fixed onto Yvette when it charged forward! "Mother Empress, watch out!" Yvette yelped and placed herself in front of the Empress. "Yvette, don't!" Darryl yelled as he dashed toward them

Poor people. However, she knew it was also an opportunity for her. Quickly, she cracked complicated codes to open and turn on the helicopter via her cellphone. The next second, she was already sitting in the driver's seat. She had put Princessa in the seat next to her. But then she heard his voice. "Damn it! I have always known that Leonidas are all crazy and like to do whatever they want. But how could this Leonidas kidnap my fucking cat?!” * * *

“I am the pure darkness, as I do not have a drop of goodness in me. I eat everything dark and love the sins that entertain me. I am the Yin of the blessed she, and my very existence is the reason that all of her reflection and shard of hers is all pure and white. As I am also Daniela herself.” Intrigue, but she is more than that definition and even deeper right now to her consciousness and utter character description that she has towards her. She asks. “What do you want and of what price will you ever gain into playing and offering me such a game?” She pretends to wonder, yet more likely knew the answer to that very question of hers. Beatrix is amused as she knows what typical mind game, she

She thought it's over, she is finally free from the misery but the naive girl doesn't know that it's not that simple. When you live in the world of monster, you live by his conditions. Even your death is in his hands. Before her body could touch the ground, large hands wrapped around her. Valerina's smile disappeared when she realised that he is holding her. Her eyes snapped open and she saw those red furious eyes.

Calista’s POV I stared at the photograph on my screen, my fingers trembling slightly against the desk. Calista Drevane. My name was written beneath Evren Sable’s signature. I enlarged the image again, hoping I had somehow misread it, but the letters remained unchanged. “What the hell is this?” I whispered. I had read The Last Dawn enough times to remember the important details of Evren’s life. Yet nowhere in the novel was there any mention of his connection to District Twelve, much less a

Kael lunged at the creature instantly, half shifted, claws glowing faintly. Darius rushed in from the other side, sword drawn. The stranger leapt forward with inhuman speed. The beast struck. Kael hit the wall with a sickening crack. Kaden charged, teeth bared. Darius’s blade sliced through shadow, but the creature reformed instantly. Damon watched, amused. Cassandra screamed. The beast’s head snapped toward her. And it lunged. Straight for her. Cassandra’s face went white. She stumbled backward, tripping over a broken stone. She fell hard, hands scraping against the floor. The beast opened its jaws, shadows swirling inside the void of its mouth.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.