Mha Sludge Villain Novels & Stories

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

But not for Silvan’s bodyguards, I would’ve been mobbed. “Mrs. Machiavelli, Is it true that your company used shortcuts that endangered human lives?!” “Can you tell us why you would deliberately incorporate a solvent as dangerous as Diethylene Glycol in your products?!” “People claim that your true intention was to poison the affected and use their souls for money rituals! Is true, Mrs. Machiavelli. Are you part of a soul-eating cult?!” “You have the nerve to look so pompous! You should be ashamed that you’ve been exposed. Shame on your greedy family!!”

They were shocked and turned towards the informative Veteran Adventurer. “That is Cleaner Slime…a useful slime variation that all Aeternum used daily…be it cleaning the house, roads..anything..we Aeternum used that useful blob there…also, the one that discovers and researched that variant..is Vice Minister Bar and the R&D department…they were not pest at all now right?…that is why…when the Vice Minister said something…or any of the Aeternum official said something…you best believed it…because they were all true…”. (Aeternum Veteran Adventurer)

And if he grew tired of me… would he just kill me? A new surge of fear grew within me. I knew nothing about this world, and I knew nothing about Ashtar Malachious… aside from the fact that he was some kind of a royal. I was yet to determine the meaning of vampire hierarchy. The one thing I could state without any doubt was that I—the slave—had just landed at the bottom of the food chain. That didn't sound good. It sounded like an introduction to further struggle and presumedly greater pain...

Her voice was cold, sharp, and cut through the room like an iron blade. "He is not a monster," Natalia said, her eyes locking onto the elderly lord. "His name is Kael. He was a slave, taken from your streets while you sat in these velvet chairs and looked the other way. Malakor tried to turn him into a mindless puppet for his army. Instead, Kael broke the slave mind, took the core's power for himself, and used it to tear down the refinery that was poisoning your air."

I warned and veered at the sound of heels clicking on the tiled floor. Madeline and her crew approached me and the ugly hag smiled at me in what I think was an attempt to flirt, "Mr. Von, I never thought there would be a day I would see you in my auction house" She grinned, stretching her right hand for a handshake but I ignored her letting Cain, my second in command, shake her hand instead. "We are currently preparing her, she is a bit unstable you see but most of the girls here are like that too," She said and I fought with the urge to snap her neck like a twig.

Did Zayne body swap with someone else in this hallway while I wasn't looking? Why the hell was he chuckling like he was a vibrant teenage boy and why on earth did he just call me adorable? No way. I must have imagined that. Zayne Romano, scary, narcissistic, misogynistic, psychopathic, maniacal Mafia CEO just called a woman something other than a slut? Impossible. There was no way he… I yelped as I tripped again. Zayne let out a exasperated sigh and he came to an abrupt stop.

The room was cloaked in darkness, the air heavy with tension. Haider, the ruthless Mafia lord, stood at the epicenter, his imposing figure casting an intimidating shadow. His face contorted with anger and frustration, a stark reflection of his power and ruthlessness. The dim light revealed a twisted smile curling on his lips, a chilling display of his sadistic pleasure. At his side stood Ian, a loyal and merciless enforcer, his mere presence evoking fear in those who dared to oppose Haider. Veronika, Haider's trusted left hand, exuded a sense of cold determination, mirroring her leader's unwavering resolve.

I saw her damned fear. She changed quickly. Sharks smelled blood in the water and Rochester was made up of nothing but sharks. Sharks had a hierarchy system and the ones on the bottom were eaten. Slowly, I watched Gia change into the woman she would be one day. If my father didn’t take his revenge out on her, she might make adulthood. I had my own plans for the ice princess. A little revenge, a lot of hot fucking sex, and one special gift so she would know that one day, I would come for her father. “Are we fucking partying or do you want to find a couple receps to relieve some stress?” Marino asked hopefully.