Novel & Cerita I Am The Game's Villain

I understand. Damien's lips curved into an approving smile. His fingers working on the buttons again. "Now that's settled. Because the game is about to begin." The feed glitched and switched into a heavily guarded estate, the Volkovs lair. Standing at the gate with a triumphant smile, Havana. Welcoming herself inside. "Now tell me, little actress. Who is truly your enemy? And what are you willing to do to protect what is yours?" She needed to survive. She will choose to become a pawn or play the game. She choose the latter.

The mate bond was a roaring fire now, screaming at me to touch her, to claim her, to protect her from any and all harm…even the harm she was orchestrating herself. " The person doesn't know that I betrayed them and I have a feeling they are plotting something...serious. It's not business related. I have to learn what it is, only then can I protect that stupid girl who thinks everyone has a chance for redemption. I am a villain, I have already made peace with that. I have done so much evil to Katy so this time, I am choosing to use my villainity to protect her. Does that make sense?” She asked, tilting her head to observe me.

He returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.

Ivis helplessly smiled at them and explained. “Every arc you played was in fact, a different world in a different dimension.” “Creator? Aren’t you the Creator?” Yenn blurted out making the other gasped. Ivis just shook his head and smiled. “Why would I be?” Everyone slightly nod and the room fell into silence. The rumored identity was confirmed. Ivis wasn’t the real one. Yenn suddenly felt bitter, he was cheated yet again. Stanley stroke his chin and asked. “Are you saying that we all just played over worlds?

I muttered, furious at him. “You are confused between liberation or vengeance and I will use it against him. You and your redemption can go to hell now, Roy Layne.” I muttered, grabbing my bag. “Who can go to hell?” Eri giggled, peaking into the room. “Just someone bad, Eri.” “You are so strong, you can deal with any bad guy, Nut!” She beamed, encouraging me. I would never want her to see me with the look of a murderer. Before going to work I need to meet someone to play my part in that game, finally making a move.

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.

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

He was mobilizing his billionaire shadow empire to hunt down the person currently sitting upstairs in his own mansion. I reached out and severed the camera connection, making the screen go pitch-black. The game had just escalated beyond my adoptive family revenge. I was now playing a high-stakes game of cat-and-mouse with the most dangerous man in the country. And the most terrifying part? I couldn't wait to beat him again.

I would dismantle their lives, strip away their facade of happiness, and expose them to the darkness that lay beneath. A sinister smile curled upon my lips, a chilling reflection of the darkness that had consumed me. The game was no longer a mere pursuit; it was a battle for their souls. Daniel and Jessica were unwitting participants in a twisted dance of retribution, and I, the orchestrator of their demise, would revel in their unraveling.

Wei:- that your 101 victims, sir now you have to attend the meeting because all those who saw that live stream are scared and some are vomiting, Johan:- I played this game, but in end nobody trusts nobody, only one lie can break the trust of many years human are fools, and people can be manipulated under pressure the picture was blank, her wife did not cheat on him