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“Don’t worry, grandpa, Diana already knows what to do. If that old man doesn’t choose my friend, I have plan B.” Vincent smiled proudly at his grandson. He really didn’t make a mistake in honing one of his grandchildren. He sees himself in Vanz, so it’s his favorite. He knows he won’t stop until he gets what he wants, just like him.

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.

Mary said, petting the sleeping Jafar she carried. "That's not even my concern. Yo' who told you I wanna remain single? Sis, I actually want a man, I just want to be careful. And Adriano is really hot." Isabella replied. "He's interested in you. Both of them are interested in both of you." I said. "Just so you know, Adriano is the nice one, while Luciano is the Playboy, more like the Lucifer you were calling him." "I don't care, I just want to smash him, I still got a bouncer to make me squirt, the nigga got a very big dick," Mary commented without a care in the world.

CALLUM A lot of little boys idolize superheroes. I’ve always identified more with the villains. It’s not like I had designs on growing up to become some sort of evil mastermind, but some part of me has always recognized that desperate darkness that lurks beneath the surface of the villain in the story. The tortured soul behind the manic façade.

He replied and she nodded, None of them saying anything as they took in the beauty of the creatures. “Your favorite artist?” He asked and she snapped her head towards him "My favorite artist? I actually don’t have any” She tells him and he looked at her surprised “You seriously don’t have any?” He asked again and she nodded affirmatively "Is that surprising?” She asked and he nodded "Alright, Favorite show?” He asked and she thought about it “La Casa De Papel.” she says and he smiled “Professor and minions.” He murmured but she still heard him “Who is your favorite character?” He asked and she smiled even before replying “Has to be Tokyo although I like Nairobi.” She replied and he shrugged

If he could find out that I wasn’t noble blood, he would not let me live for another day. But. I never liked ‘But’. Whenever ‘But’ came in a sentence, it meant that there was a problem. I had many reasons to dislike Dante. Actually, I should hate him. He was the villain. The entire story was screwed up because of Aloisia and him. But. He was handsome, okay? He was deliciously hot. I wanted to run my tongue over his abs. I wanted to bend down on my knees and tell him that I was his slave. I wanted him to fuck me out of my brain.

Tony narrowed his eyes. "I-I mean Marvel is a'ight, I guess? Only hero I ever liked was DC's Batman, though. But dude, why do you have this abomination of a stool?" Dillon furrowed his brow and grinned slightly. "I'll give you that. Batman is a good choice, but not as good a choice as Iron Man, bitch. He's modern day Batman. Gotham's in another universe too. Don't diss my stool, you snot!" Tony pointed at him with two fingers.

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

His eyes were fixed, dark and gone as he preferred living inside. He stared in silence until I could no longer take it and I whimpered, trying to clamp my thighs together but he used his thighs to block me, making his thighs stay right in front of my pussy. “Do you like Vladimir more than anyone else because he's a Vampire?” He asked with a pissed tone and I shook my head negatively. I adored all of them, but Vladimir just seems to make himself more available whenever I needed him than anything else.

I snapped at him, growing increasingly annoyed by that masculine laugh that seemed a bit similar to Mikhail's laugh but still different. "It's nice to know you still have that spirit even in a disadvantageous position. Your stubbornness makes you more attractive." Ewwww, what was this asshole saying? "I doubt that, stop pretending when you wish the worst for me." I scoffed. Viktor sighed, sounding tired. "You like making sounds like a horrible Villain. Why would I want something horrible for the woman I married?" My eyes almost rolled out of my sockets. He was the biggest villain in my life.