Male Character Disney Villains の小説・ストーリー

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

"Why are you trying to comfort me? If my powers return, Natasha's crew is the first people I will murder. You and I aren't friends, even if you feed me." There is laughter. "You're so mean." I narrow my eyes further. "Well, I'm the villain—I'm not supposed to be friendly, especially not toward you." "I haven't done you anything," the man still sounds amused. He sounds like a total prankster, the guy whose job is to make everyone around him laugh and smile. "So please spare me—I'm too young to die." I lift my nose into the air, sneezing. "Hmph! I won't spare anyone!"

Dante, the King Alpha, poor in attitude and rich in power. Caius was the kind of wolf who held up your hair for you at the gallows so the executioner could give a clean cut. Laziel was the snake. The silent killer who welcomed The Darkness and took out enemies without being seen. And Ronan, the sleeping tiger. Reckless and level-headed depending on how much drink was in his system. “Infinite pack, Your Highnesses,” I wheezed, looking up to Caius before exhaling when he nodded slightly.

I mutter. "You're welcome." Without withdrawing his hand, Dior's entertained lips move again. "You truly are a walking disaster." I glare at my life's sworn enemy and straighten my back, desperate to get away from his hand currently holding me up. Dior is terrible news, and I jerk to the side, aware of his blue eyes following my every move. From his chiseled face to his broad shoulders and sculpted muscles, the man is genuinely billboard material. Truly, Dior is the guy Disney channel would have recruited back in the day to gain viewers—his eyes are to die for, but unfortunately, the guy is an absolute asshole.

“Everything we did is as a reaction to the evils you and your minions have perpetuated in past decades.” “How interesting,” he said. “You must think you know something.” He scoffed. “You all must think I am the big bad villain in this story, but I promise you I'm not.” His eyes turned dark, and he held me even tighter. “If anything, you are.” “You, your brother, and our sick father are the real villains in this story,” he seethed. “I wasn't the one who impregnated an unsuspecting witch and tried to kill her in a bid to cover up his infidelity.”

“Of course it is. You’re secretly a Disney prince, aren’t you?” “Better than being the villain in every story,” I shot back, smiling despite myself. “You sure?” His tone shifted, teasing but edged with something else now. “I always thought villains have more fun.” I swallowed. “You’re saying you’d rather be the guy kidnapping the princess than saving her?” “Depends on the princess.” His voice went lower, heavier now. “If it were you, I wouldn’t be letting you out of the tower.” My throat went dry. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

In the werewolf world, males were possessive and powerful men. They were arrogant, ruthless and cruel. In the kingdom of the Black Valley, the king went to extreme lengths to make sure his people stayed loyal by any means necessary. With the use of fake prophecies and even faker legends about the world and its creatures outside the kingdom, he controlled everyone.

I sighed, running my hands over the soft sheets. "He was fit when you left—he liked to run and hit the gym—but now, Mmmm", Evie droned off. "Now he is seriously ripped. "Doesn't he remind you of a superhero from one of those Marvel films?" she asked, excited and youthfully flirtatious. "Except those guys were good, Evie. Z is no good guy. He is the villain in our story.. remember that." I snapped a little too harshly. With a whine, she disappeared, leaving me to daydream about my villain.

The man before them was the Wolf King, the commander of a million Lycantroops! If they angered the Wolf King, millions would be dead, blood would flow like a river, and their world would be scorched by his wrath! Slap! Sean darted to the disgusting man and slapped him on the face again. “Can you shut the f*ck up!?” He mustered all his strength to slap Hank away to the desk. The fat man continued to falter, crashing onto the wall, into his chair, and ultimately onto the floor. His face was more swollen than before and he failed to recover from it.

My face remained emotionless because I didn’t want them to enjoy my discomfort. A man approached, less than twenty years old with a funny smile on his lips. He was more than two feet taller than me, and he was not thin but had tough muscles. Looking at his cat-eye pupils I knew he was a warlock and a very powerful one because the others around us stop talking and waited for him to speak.