Murderous Villain Test นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

After that, there was chaos. There were some driven crazy by the constant torture and they started a killing spree, killing anything that looked remotely human, but there was one unlike the rest of them. He didn't have a single scar; he was completely fine, even handsome. You would think he was a normal person if not for his eyes. They looked lifeless and at the same time murderous. He moved quickly through the mess of horrifying screams and blood. He was like a ghost that was floating.

“Orson, thank you so much for joining us tonight. You’ve been quite the topic lately—successful businesses, expanding networks. How does it feel to be on top?” Orson laughs lightly, “It feels good, of course. When you work hard and play your cards right, you reap the rewards. That’s all there is to it.” I roll my eyes. Work hard? How come dealing with drugs and assisting the mafia leaders in their hideous cruelties is considered as hard work? Yes, he is a murderer too. He has killed a few honest businessmen for his own benefit. “Let’s talk about your business,” the anchor continues. “From small beginnings to where you are now—what’s the secret to your success?”

could be fatal even to the innocent. "What kind of test?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer. "You claim your power manifests during times of stress or danger," Moira replied. "We'll provide both in controlled circumstances. If your abilities are truly beyond your control, they'll surface. If you're a fraud..." She shrugged elegantly. "Well, frauds tend to break under pressure." I looked around the hall, seeing my fate reflected in hostile faces and cold eyes. There would be no mercy here, no benefit of doubt. I was already condemned the test would simply determine the manner of my execution.

"Well well, you speak much huh, I think it's enough for the presentation, you can leave" Kiara moved away, the man entered my room, he kept his gun back into his pants and crossed his hands behind me while he moved closer to me. "Victor ? The fuck do you want?" Victor was the most vicious persona I knew. The amount of money he had was equivalent to his bad character, but like all the wealthy assholes, he always wanted more. He had this nasty menacing aura that would make anyone nauseous. He had tried frightening the Holmes brothers and would always try testing them in public areas to tarnish their reputation by showing off their violent nature. Their wealth is a fantasy for him and since he

"It wasn't long ago you were fucking Valeriya. In order for me to believe you've changed, well, you would have had to actually change. Convenient she died before a DNA test could be done on her baby." "Oh, she was pregnant, was she? Such a shame." "I'm sure the baby was yours. I'm sure you had a hand in her murder." "Hmm." His brown eyes search my face, and a smirk plays at the edges of his mouth. "Are you telling me you've got a problem with murder? 'Cause I'd have to call bullshit. You've been fucking a murderous psychopath for weeks." Heat rises to my cheeks, but I'm not backing down. "There's a difference between killing someone because it's part of your business and killing someone beca

"It's why you're so eager to take Elizabeth's place, why you've gone through hell to get me the proof of her infidelity." I don't know what to say to this, but if I keep quiet, I'll be affirming what he's saying and I can't let that happen. I say, "It isn't the money, Mr. Keller. It's your character." "My character?" he repeats. "I'm a killer. I'm a thief. I'm the kind of man you have nightmares about. I'm cold-blooded and vindictive. If you ever saw me in a dark place, it would be wise for you to run in the opposite direction, as fast as you can. I'd kill you in a heartbeat, if it were convenient to me."

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

"You make it sound like he's Keyser Söze." "Um… what?!" "Keyser Söze. You know, the almost mythical bad guy, the ultimate evil that never existed, the ghost?" I blinked, and he let out a heavy sigh. "Haven't you watched The Usual Suspects? Kids these days..." He rolled his eyes, and my temple vein twitched. Did he think that he was eighty and I was twelve?! "I've seen the movie," I all but hissed. "And I know what you are talking about, but I think there's a difference between a villain created in someone's mind ad hoc and a person I actually saw twice."

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo