Mha Sludge Villain Novels & Stories

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Someone had even compiled a top ten list of Lia's offenses, painting her as a villain who smeared and extorted Helma, a medical professor whose work was a boon to human medicine. Below that, they had sketched out a profile of Helma, highlighting all the good she had done. Helma caught a glimpse of the post and felt her cheeks heat up with a flush of embarrassment she could not quite shake off. Next up was the scandal about illegally imported mica from shady mines, and it was a sure thing that child labor was involved. Then came the third and fourth bombshells, all about the messes she had made while on the program team, past hints of tax dodging, and her questionable reputation for hanging o

He thinks it is an honour to be here when all i want to do is flee from this room and run as fast and as far away as possible. Fuck honour, i want my life back. Vasil and Lonut take the other two chairs, Mihai carefully positioning himself next to me on the sofa. I know that they can al hear the frantic beating of my heart, but none of them mention it. They don’t have to, i suppose that they see human slaves a lot. My father talked about them, but i had never met one, some become so loyal to their vampire that they would kill their own kind just to gain some favour with their master.

Slurry out of the tanks through sheer atmospheric suction. As the velocity of the Auditor’s logic-stream increased, the pressure dropped, threatening to pull the indigo fluid right out of the reservoir and into the stars. "Kael, the seals are groaning!" Sloane yelled, her boots splashing in a shallow pool of indigo fluid that had already leaked from a pressure-relief valve. "The ghosts are terrified! They’re vibrating so hard they’re turning the slurry into Supercritical Steam!" The Plasma-Shield Protocol Kael ran to the primary control console—a messy hybrid of brass Syndicate levers and flickering Auditor glass. He realized they couldn't just "Hold" the slurry; they had to Electrify it.

Evelyn’s uncle blurted out, trying to save his own skin. Zach cocked his brow. “Mmmmm, tell me about this…. debt.” Evelyn’s uncle shivered when the man behind him kicked him again. He looked around and saw that many men in black were holding guns. He dared not lie to the man in front of him. He proceeded to tell Zach about the debt with Damian and how Evelyn had become his slave pet. An evil smirk plastered Zach’s face when he heard the details. “Interesting.” He then gave his subordinate a look.

I wasted no time pulling the trigger down his throat. "Bastardo, clean up this mess reco and do well to cut him into piece, send his body to his family they would love my present. what the fun in killing without having to give a present. ********************(home)********************* l just got out from the bathroom after having a proper cleanup, decided to go see the affairs of the house. I just got to know I have a little business or a meeting with my new slaves. I was told they have been groumed except from a little naive girl who seemed lost in the world.

he strictly asked. "Okay, I'll serve you then," I answered, as if I have a choice. "Then what should I call you?" I added. "I'm Helix Fidalgo, you can call me whatever you want." He left me hanging. Suddenly, a news thats I've read before popped out in my mind. Y-Yes, He is one of the highest most successful business man in the whole wide world! But what's happening? What's their plan? "Slave, come to my room

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

That was probably dinner time. I quietly opened the door and slipped into the hallway, the low hum of voices and distant clatter of servants moving about their daily chores filling the air. Keeping my steps light, I moved past the kitchens, past the other slaves who glanced at me with disdain. Two of them stood near the doorway, whispering to each other. They didn’t bother to hide their scorn when they saw me approach. “Still pretending you're special?” one of them sneered, her eyes sharp as a blade. “Aris will break you like he’s broken the rest of us. You’ll be crawling at his feet soon enough.”

He had thought he died and blaming himself for killing his father for a crime his uncle committed turned him into the ruthless Master he was until Galene appeared. "I thought I killed you, after finding out the truth, for years, I couldn't get pass the nightmare you death and that of grandfather brought to me" Master Damien said, a tear dropping from his eyes. "Arnold wiped off the tears on his eyes and hugged him. Releasing all the bottled up emotions, both of them wept in each other's arms. * * Mariam laid on her little bed, staring up the ceiling. It has been three days since she returned to being slave and those days were the worst day of her life.