Murderous Villain Test の小説・ストーリー

Stella looked at the screen and tapped on the table with her fingers rhythmically. She said lightly, "The murderer is a man, about 30 years old, approximately 1.75 m to 1.80 m tall. He should have a thin body and has had higher education. He has a high IQ and a good EQ. His parents and siblings should be dead. He has a good amount of fortune and has a car, which should be a luxurious one. He looks ordinary and has very good speaking skills. He appears harmless at ordinary times, so it was easy for him to hide his intentions."

My detective mode came to life, thanks to the true crime videos I binge almost every night. If Vivian had gotten rid of Malcolm to be with Anthony, she would probably have been obsessed with him. And obsessed people were fucking dangerous and were worse than assassins. They wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted, no matter the cost. If they couldn’t have their target, they would destroy what their target loved most. The thought chilled me, and I hoped I was overthinking it, that Vivian wasn’t as evil as I painted her to be in my head. I was jumping to conclusions. I had to be careful not to vilify Vivian just because I left my pussy juices on her husband's thigh.

“As exposed to trigger-happy men as I am, to authorities dispatching enemies by guns and knives, you are a welcome change. If you did kill the Chairman, you’d still see Rachel, but likely that you would have exchanged places by then, she in freedom, you in jail. I’m tired of working around the rules to keep wrongdoers from prison walls.” Hugh contemplated on her statement, “I don’t understand why you have to test me, madame. I am a desperate man who’d do anything to see my wife again.” The woman with a plan always knows how to provide a reason, “I do have a feeling that you are naturally a good man. Someone like you often is tested. There’d be times you’d fail the test but you may be lucky e

“To dumb it down, everyone hates you so much. They would rather gush out their eyes than see you win this game." The system's voice was steady, calm, void of emotions, but to Melissa it felt a sharp iron rod to her chest. She knew she was hated, but for them to be willing to inflict pain on themselves just as not to see her victorious was just psychopathic. “As for your second question, why do you have to be the villain?" the system continued casually as though reading the weather. “Because being evil suits you, besides you had one of those most gruesome betrayals in your past life, so I am certain you can channel just enough anger to make this game the hottest thing on national television."

"You were involved in a violent altercation with Vincent Blackwood, Ms. Blackwood's father, just a few months ago. An altercation that put him in the hospital. Isn't that correct?" "That's correct." No emotion. No attempt to defend himself or explain. "And yet, despite this history of violence with her father, Ms. Blackwood has continued to associate with you. Has allowed you into her home. Into her life." He turned to the judge. "Your Honor, I'm establishing a pattern of questionable judgment on Ms. Blackwood's part." My lawyer stood. "Objection. This is character assassination, not relevant testimony about—" "Overruled. I'll allow it." The judge looked at Ares. "Mr. Mortivane, please conti

Valen thought to himself. "Welcome," the cold word brought him back to reality. Nothing was welcoming about that. "All of you here will be tested to show your strength and whether or not you will be worthy of being here. These tests comprise three major ones. The first one is the blood test, the second one is the test of war, and the third one is the Wolf Bane Test. This is also to let you know that you might not survive these tests to the end. You might lose your life if you can not withstand the pressure from these tests. If you end up dying, your body will either be disposed of or sent to your family... if we remember their names," the huge man with an eye patch announced.

She mocked as she circled me like a vulture. "I can't f*cking believe you f*cking killed your husband! How could you?" "Accusation about killing the don is a serious—" "Cut the bullsh*t. It's just the three of us here, so you can say the sh*t in your mind. Isn't that why you're here, to make a boring villain speech about why you've won and how you're better than me? Come on, go on. I don't have all day." I snorted.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen. "Isn't she related to you by blood? why would you want her dead?" The underworld don questioned. Mike chuckled darkly, "because killing people is like my hobby, so will you get the job done between three days?" Mike probed. "I will, don't you trust me?" He asked. "I do" "Then expect the news in less than three days" The underworld don puffed the cigarette lightly. "Thank you so much, I can't wait to expect her death" Mike sang, his eyes getting darker as he thought of all the properties.

“Boss, there's no use of wasting stamina on them. They won't say anything, not now or ever. I have found that these assholes were trained in Iraq. They are tough to investigate. It will be better if you finish them now because I have got some resources that could reveal the location of Miss Volkov.” Valentine froze in middle hearing her name. He looked at Alberto with such a fire in his eyes that the poor man almost lost control over his bladder. “Fine.” The words were uttered with a familiar coldness and for a moment Victor thought he lost his best friend once again to the demons that ruined him. It reminded him of the day Valentine's mother died. He used the same tone that day as well. Rea