Romans & histoires My Disciples Are All Big Villains Novel

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

[Vanessa's POV] Finally, it was time to take this huge step. Being a virgin at twenty-three years old wasn't easy. But after a dare from my friends, I had decided to finally do it. Tonight, we had all gathered at The Mavens, an insanely popular nightclub. The music was pounding so loudly it could probably deafen anyone. But there was one problem. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. The second we walked through the door, my friends scattered in different directions, shouting their wishful “good lucks” over the deafening music.

She didn't know anything else about him. At the age of 43, Richie was tall and physically fit. Despite being seven years older, he looked as young as Anthony. He always sported a friendly smile which made him look more approachable. "It seems that your friend's little sister got herself mixed up with some drug dealer named Michael Agosti. I saw them entering her apartment yesterday. "Why didn't you call the police?" Anthony raised his eyebrows. "It's complicated. Mike Agosti works under Alexander Wolf. And well, I wouldn't mess with that guy unless you want to make an enemy out of a Mafia Boss. If you want them to leave Faith alone, it's better to just give them what they want."

All the disciples had goosebumps all over their bodies! This guy was not an ordinary person! These disciples did not know Reed Williams. After all, they were a batch of newly selected talents and had just entered the first zone not long ago to study before they were sent out for training. Unexpectedly, they encountered a Nonagon emergency alert during their first training assignment. They thought it was just a group of ordinary combatants. No one expected the guy in the lead to be so unfathomable! Instantly, a few of the disciples who took the lead shouted, “Stop wasting time and let’s charge over together. No matter how many people they have on their side, they’re no match for us! Let these

She clenched her fist and continued, “We were ambushed once we were at Wicked Valley. We were surrounded by a group of bandits. They called themselves The Ten Villains. They said they wanted to kidnap me to become the head of the bandits’ wife.” At that, Ophelia’s face flushed. It was obvious this was hard for her. After all, she was of high status, everyone respected her. She did not expect to receive such humiliation. “After that, my disciples fought hard and we barely escaped. The Ten Villains were extremely strong. My disciples were injured badly, two of them ended up captured. Luckily, Wicked Valley was not far from the Carter Mansion, so I brought them here to get help.” Ophelia laughe

Lucas said slowly. The tens of disciples all went pale. Despite cracking their heads thinking about it, they would never expect Lucas to be this overwhelming. "What… what are you trying to do?" A disciple looked at Lucas, spooked, and said. Lucas slowly shook his head. "Nothing much. I just want to kill all of you." Then, the tens of disciples were dead. Naturally, the Silvery Snow Palace had heard of the shrieks and following then, numerous disciples came rushing out.

Zhi Ruo rambled on with no signs of stopping. "Consort Feiyan, is literally the reason he could even become emperor, now he is being one sided because some new ass's father could help him expand his territory. Tch, he is worse than scum." {Novels are written this way because readers like a cold, strong, motionless main character with goals only to be at the top turning a blind eye to what's really happening around them. Such stories sell well that brings about the creation of abused cannon fodders to make the plot more dramatic. Host would be able to deal with these kinds of trashy main characters once she starts her mission, and this esteemed being is ready to back her up all the way.} The