My Disciples Are All Big Villains Novel Novels & Stories

“We were so busy exploring his old home and learning more about one another that we didn’t notice we were being followed. “ “When we returned to shore, every member of the crew had been slaughtered by Imperial Forces. “ “Segundus collared Daax and then beat him until he stopped moving. Once he was subdued, he was placed in a strange crate and loaded up into the cargo hold of the great ship. I still don’t know what happened to him. As soon as we made it back to court, I announced my retirement from public life and moved to Vatra. I only go to court occasionally to keep up appearances, but I prefer to spend my time as far away from Father and Segundus as possible. I spent the next 40 years mou

If Ricky had gotten his hands on the lotus and had not absorbed it, Dominic would have risked his life to destroy the lotus even if he could not snatch it. "The aura seems to be moving south. Should we go after it?" Dominic made the suggestion. While they were speaking, his disciples arrived. They were the Nefarious Deity Sect's guardians—the Two Evils of Hell, Stone and Cherry. There were also several other minor disciples with them. "Greetings, Elder Dominic. Greetings, Elder Ricky, Barnabas, Sykes." Stone and Cherry looked like twins as they greeted everyone present. Stone was in a black robe. He had Prison Suppressor, the ghost head saber, behind his back.

"I won't tell you! You don't deserve to know anything! People who do wrong don't deserve forgiveness." After saying that, Ashton left. However, his vision suddenly went black. When he opened his eyes, he found himself at his old high school. A voice said, "Welcome to the parallel world! This is a new beginning for you and Maddison Sherman."

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

Then felt my eyes sting as I let out a soft laugh. I looked into his deep, steady eyes and saw myself reflected there, clear and unwavering. “Edwin, I love you too.” In my mind, the final golden comment drifted slowly across: [Congratulations on rewriting your ending. The villainess has risen. The devoted lover wins his girl. Wishing Yuna and Edwin a lifetime of happiness together.]

“Sorry for worrying you.” I couldn’t have found myself in a worse situation and I was silently cursing myself for ever picking up one of these trashy books. Reading about the abused slave girl and actually seeing it for myself was something I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for. I knew that sort of thing was wrong, but all of these books were the same – a female protagonist who was abused or humiliated, discarded or unwanted. It made you sympathise with them, becoming invested in their journey as they rose to power. Only... that journey was now going to lead to my own demise.

Liam whispered beside me. “50,000” I said, my eyes not leaving the men as they argued to be heard. “Deal.” We subtly shook on it. When the room became too heated and the men were screaming louder, I knew that I had to intervene, “Gentlemen,” I called out, drawing their attention to me. Liam glared; I knew he wanted them to fight. There wasn’t an alpha conclave that didn’t end with a fight. “And lady,” I muttered, addressing the woman who was in our midst. “I apologise that they are acting like barbarians,” I muttered.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

If it was not for his appearance, his life would have been perfect. “That’s right! Our pavilion master definitely wouldn’t surrender to evil forces!” Another patronum also stood forward and said loudly. He looked like he was not afraid of death but he did not realize the darkened expressions on Harry and another elder’s face. “That’s right! We shall fight them with all we have and the worst ending is just death! What’s so frightening about that!” The other disciples also said angrily, “So many of our disciples are dead. Almost one to two hundred of them are dead. F*ck! We shall fight them with all we have and kill as many of them as we can!”

Her eyes flashed and Ian could see it was her as well as the captain usually did, "I do not now, nor have I ever revealed everything to you and I do not intend to start!" Ian didn’t know what to make of their discussion, if he could call it that, so he simply continued with his report, "Venom and the others have been found." That got the attention of both of them, so he went on, "Somehow the rumor is that Retribution took them alone," He stopped to look at Sylvia for confirmation it was her who started it, but he only saw Victor and lost his train of thought momentarily. "Oh, and it seems that this group of enemy soldiers are almost as smart as the ones who picked bad mushrooms...They seem t