My Disciples Are All Big Villains Novel Novels & Stories

I became a stalker for several days and nights just to know what Maddix Villaranza does every night and day. Maddix Villaranza—that is his name. He is 27 years old and loves going to a bar at night; this is the reason why I dressed like this. I'm going to a bar that I know he's going to tonight. I also heard that he doesn't trust anyone and that it's hard to get his trust, so I'm sure I'll have a hard time winning his heart and trust, but even so, I'll do everything to win it. No one can stop me from getting my revenge on that fvcking CEO of VICL.

“You talk a lot for a dead man walking.” Tales rolled his eyes, ignoring the ache in his lips. “Let me guess. Scorpions?” The group exchanged glances, confirming his suspicion without a word. “And here I thought Raja was the psycho in my life,” Tales said with a bitter laugh. “Turns out, there’s more.” A man with a shaved head stepped forward. “Shut it, slave boy,” he snapped. “Your boyfriend killed Dante, our leader. You’re the perfect bait to bring him here.”

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

"You really think this plan is flawless, don't you?" Celeste sneered. "So what if it isn't? No one's coming to save you." I pointed toward the man standing beside her, Vincent. "Don't you get it? You're being used. You think you're some kind of warrior fighting for love, but you're just a dog doing someone else's dirty work." Her face froze. "Who are you saying is using me?" "You know exactly who. Keep this up, and you'll regret it soon enough." Before she could answer, Vincent grabbed a rock and hurled it down at us. "Don't listen to him, Celeste! He's stalling for time, waiting for rescue. Bury him now!"

Silas didn’t look angry but rather calculating. “If you don’t have our money,” Silas said with chillingly calmness, “then you have no further use to us.” Silas didn’t even look at his brothers when he gave the order. He just stared down at Mickey like he was examining a bug. “Break his fingers, Declan. Let’s see how well he deals cards when his hands are shattered.” Declan grinned, cracking his knuckles loudly. “My pleasure.” My stomach dropped into my shoes. I couldn’t watch this.. I couldn’t be here. I needed to leave right now before I witnessed an actual felony. I carefully took a step backward, desperately trying to retreat into the shadows of the shipping yard but I forgot about the ga

he smiled, his lips peeling back to reveal a set of perfectly straight, white teeth that felt too predatory. The compliment was hollow, a weapon meant to probe for weakness. He turned his body slightly toward me, extending his hand again, offering the same blood-stained palm to me. "Don Alvarez." The name echoed in my mind like a gunshot. The room seemed to tilt beneath my heels, the walls closing in as the pieces of the puzzle slammed violently into place. Now I understood Marcello's reaction. Now I understood the murderous fury radiating from the man beside me, making his frame vibrate against mine.

He pulled me along behind him as he turned toward the back corner of the ruined study. Kemal fell into step behind us, taking his position two steps back, exactly as he had done for seven years. But everything had changed. The silence between the three of us was no longer the quiet of a comfortable routine; it was the heavy, charged silence of three people bound together by blood, lies, and vengeance. Kaan pressed his heavy hand against a smooth stone slab behind the old fireplace. With a deep, grinding screech of ancient iron, the stone wall swung inward, revealing a pitch-black staircase leading down into the earth.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

He had no choice but to apologise. " Miss Alisha , we had been recording your evil works and good. " After saying that God Elios flipped his hand and took a book from the air. He tossed it towards her while handing over the book to her and when she opened the book , the pages number increased on every second. " This is...." " Your Evil deeds work and it is only increasing !! " " Ohhh!!" She was embarrassed when she saw the page was increasing every then and now. Which meant that there was no end to her evil deeds .

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE FOURTEEN I was still checking myself in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was my mum again. she is never tired of an argument, she love to know everything going on. I don't blame her though that is how our family is. we carry each other burden. "Nor again mum" I yelled, Miller open the door and I was stunned to see Miller. I buried my face in my hand like a soldier that just lost a battle.