Novel & Cerita Jjk Villains

He could not escape the shackles on his body, could not escape the coercive threat of his family, nor could he run the mission he had to shoulder: The world's first assassin. Even if he didn't want to take on this responsibility at all, even if he didn't want to kill people at all. Although they have begun to change the direction of business development and group business, their true identity cannot be revealed. JK is a legendary mafia organization inside there is the most elite assassin of the underworld. As long as they accept the task, they never fail. But they can only live in the dark, forever unable to have the life of an ordinary person.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

[Roman's POV] After leaving the club, I went straight to the dungeon. Calling it a dungeon was probably generous. It was an underground prison beneath my house, built to keep certain problems away from prying eyes. The government couldn't meddle in my business if they didn't know where to look. I couldn't afford to leave clues behind. The place was dark, cold, and unpleasant enough to make most people turn around the moment they stepped inside. But whoever was brought down here never came out alive.

trained killers, mercenaries gathered there. … a trained mercenary since birth was among them. Jillian… an assassin.. the most famous and deadliest in all the werewolf kingdom. Ragnar…an assassin too, same level with Jillian, feared all through the kingdoms.. Martha, Jason.. siblings, brothers and sisters… trained killers right from birth. All of them assembled together by one man… Prince. Elaris’ method wasn’t working anymore.. now he’ll be handling this himself. He stepped into the room finally as all their eyes turned to him.

I’m uncomfortable and nervous about what lies ahead in my future. At first, I didn’t expect Alpha Jackal to accept their offer. My foster parents are huge drug addicts and owed him a lot of money. I thought Jackal would simply throw us all out on the street since Jackal isn’t a kind Alpha. He is known for running an illegal business. Our pack, the Doom pack, is basically a mafia organization. Jackal sells drugs and murders those who can’t pay him in time, but surprisingly, he sent a butler to come and get me this morning.

"Those incidents occurred during an operational drill. This is a strategic trial. The situation is completely different." "She isn't going with you," Jakob growls. He takes another step forward, his massive chest rising and falling heavily. His Alpha aura begins to flare, a heavy wave of heat and damp pine rolling off his skin. "She made a deal with the Blue Moon Pack. We honor our deals." "You honor what you can defend," Uriel murmurs softly. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't bulk up his posture. But the air around him drops ten degrees in a fraction of a second. A sharp, metallic chill spreads across the turf, biting into my skin right through my blazer.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W