Male Character Disney Villains นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him. "So Scar is a villain, I like that, I'm sure you know this by now, I love villains. I identify as one."

"You know it could do you a lot good if you smile." "I'll remain like this until the day you take your last breath. Then I'll smile," my voice was quiet but it was well loaded with poison. Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Scary. Alright Hazel, I'll like to introduce you to my men, the Big three. The brute over here is Vladimir. He's a meathead so he doesn't say much." I looked up to see a mountain of a man in charcoal black tailored suit. He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time.

A villain with a glass of apple juice in his hands—instead of a throat-grating shot of scotch, or a bowl of fresh human blood. A villain, especially one with a hefty goal should have black as his ensemble. Not multicolored boxer shorts and flip flops. He was supposed to be in his chambers, peering at the mind maps he'd drafted. Not basking in the mild Tuscan sun. A villain that likened himself to the devil should have his lips stretched in a grim line as he went through his loan over and over and over again. He definitely shouldn't be grinding lips with a scantily clad lady.

He was recognized, by some of the members of the Mountain Dew pack, to be a warrior of the Ridgewood pack, but some of them individually recognized, the shady figure to be Ubuntu, because they had endured brutality, streaming directly from Ubuntu's unforgiving hands in the past, and they were riled up, waiting for the opportunity, to get their revenge against him. Ubuntu continued, looking directly into Malik's eyes, "Are you the Alpha? Oh, yes you are." He chuckled, "Alpha Maleek inni..." "Alpha Malik, not Maleek," Malik interjected, frowning his face in disgust. "Yeah. Yeah. Whatever it is, I don't give a fuck. I just want you to know that I'm here on a friendly visit, so you don't need to

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

Do they really need my dramatic death just so they can become the heroes of this story? What a bunch of rubbish! I gritted my teeth. "Do you kn-" "Your hand is precious." He cut my words. "Let my guard do the slapping." Did I hear him right? My eyes brightened at his words. So you're on my side after all. "Okay," I agreed. "Osiris." At his call, a handsome man with red hair and grey eyes stepped forward. What the... Isn't he one of the sub male leads? The one who would end up dying while protecting the heroine?

The guy in the cell next to me joked and laughed as he groaned in pain. “My mate is Vandal, the Vampire King. My brother is the Werewolf King and my only true friends are the Dragon Queen and the Witch Queen and King. So, you let me know if they will come for me or not!” I snapped at the rude man. “Wow, a power house! You Vampires are all the same. Blood, blood, blood.” He barks out a laugh. My wolf whimpers inside me making me confused. I slowly slip my hand between the bars, reaching for my neighbor's cell.

She expected the old man to be at least shocked at the mentioning of a weapon but there he was simply smiling on his couch. "I will not help you." Their eyes shot up at the old man whose face had formed into a frown. "You don't understand. Nicodemus is up and running in who knows were terrorizing the Supernatural species. He's basically a monster and a threat that will annihilate us sooner or later!." Vincent tried as hard to cool his temper. The old man shot an intense look at Vincent. "You should not be new to Nicodemus's monstrous ways. You and I know what he's capable of."

He stopped ten feet away, his massive shadow stretching over Duncan’s small, vulnerable human body. "But you are a fool, Duncan," Malphas hissed, his yellow eyes burning with a dark, predatory joy. "Look at you. You threw away the crown of the South for a woman. You stripped away your own wolf. You gave her your strength, your speed, your titles, and your magic. You have nothing left." Malphas raised his massive obsidian broadsword high above his head, the jagged edge of the volcanic blade crackling with a thick, toxic purple electricity.