Novel & Cerita Hero X Villain Bl

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

Hektor threatened. Victor's eyes widened, his expression turning to fear. "Wow? How scary," he said, and it was clearly a taunt. "You bastard, Victor!" snapped Hektor, not accepting that he was being demeaned. "I'll just tell the media who Victor Flaming really is," he added menacingly. "Oh yeah? Who am I?" mocked Victor with a confused expression. "You're just an abnormal, immoral human being who likes handsome men's asses," Hektor explained, and his words just made Victor laugh out loud.

"if you try to cause any problems then let me tell you, your little brother is under my custody and I will shot him dead in a moment you'll make mistake, so if you want him alive then cooperate" He put his hands in his pocket and let out his phone. In a second he played some video and held it in front of her face. In the video there was a little boy lying on the chair in unconscious state and some men were standing around him holding pistols. Her eyes filled with scare, she glanced at the beast standing in front of him. "I'll do as you say, I promise. Just let him go" she told him with a shivery, crying voice. "I'll release him today as you'll marry me" an evil smile spread on his face, laug

I suspected that Villain X had helped him in the past, just like she was helping me, and he was doing all of this to pay her back. He was just a pawn, moved and controlled by the Villain X. A doll controlled by the puppet master. Yet I could see why he was in his position right now. Frankly, Blake was not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, he was easily triggered by anger and pride. The dude was like a walking jerrycan of gasoline, ready to explode with even the tiniest spark of fire.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the surroundings, deep and loaded with malice. He was the leader of that territory, revealing himself before us. His name was Valarok, a sinister being who fed on the energy of the disease, becoming increasingly powerful. "You are foolish to believe that you can challenge my supremacy!" Roared Valarok, his eyes shining with an evil fire. I looked at Randall and saw the determination in his eyes. He positioned himself between me and the villain, ready to face the battle.

She paused at the door, something almost genuine softening her carefully composed expression one final time. "For what it's worth, I don't think you're the villain my father has spent years preparing to fight. I think you're simply a young woman who inherited a war she never chose to start, the same as I once was myself." She held Chloe's gaze a moment longer. "I'd rather we found a way to end it together, than continue it simply because neither of us knows any other way to honor everything it's already cost." Her father entered from the adjoining room moments after the front door closed, his expression tight with barely restrained tension. "I heard most of it. What do you make of her offer?

A twisted and mad-looking grin spreads across the rogue’s face before he says the name that has us all rearing back. “Juniper.” Killian roars and lunges for the rogue’s neck, it takes all three of us to hold him back, as the rogue cackles in the most cliché evil villain way possible. “What do you need Juniper for?” I growl. “Now little Alpha King, that’s not any of your business.” He chuckles.

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

Victoria wore obsidian scale armor that gleamed like wet blood, a short curved blade at her hip, and a cloak the color of fresh night. They joined the garrison at dusk—two hundred Valrosian soldiers in black and crimson, silent and disciplined. Raven rode behind Victoria on the same black stallion, arms around the vampire princess’s waist, the new book and her father’s tome secure in her satchel. The battlefield waited on the eastern frontier: a scorched valley where demonkin warbands had pushed through the border wards. The air stank of sulfur and burning flesh before the first horn sounded. The fight came fast and brutal.

How unfortunate! The hate her hazel eyes had for him infuriated him. Kevin wanted those eyes to have submission and fear rather than disgust and hatred. He could still feel the stinging sensation of her slap. Though physically it didn't hurt yet it was a tight slap on his ego, an insult to him that he was going to avenge. He's going to break her and nobody could save her. No one but him.