My Precious Little Villains นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Hey Lil’ D, what’s up? Everything okay?” I motion for Beth to serve out pet’s punishment while I go to another room to talk to Jace. He’s going on about needing my help, that someone has messed with Ella again, and I see red. I’m gripping the back of a chair as he explains what happened tonight at club Shameless. They were supposed to do a stage scene tonight, but some bitch locked our Precious in a room and tried having another guy have sex with her, saying that Precious wanted to roleplay a rape scene.

"It's because we have no--" "Let's stop with that nonsense. I don't think your reason would be that shallow," Via cut him off. "What's in it for you?" Troye looked at her with amusement in his eyes. "Just having you as my wife is a huge benefit. I believe you already know your worth, so why are you still asking me such trivial things?" Via scoffed, "Am I supposed to be your trophy wife?" "Trophy wife?" Troye snickered. "I never thought that you were one to look down on yourself. Is that all you think you're worth?"

A ghost with a pulse. Footsteps approached. Valen Drake. Ranked 2nd in the academy. Charismatic. Arrogant. Untouchable. Known for his illusion-based abilities—and his habit of appearing only when it benefited him. “Thought I’d finally meet the girl who cracked the system,” he said with a smirk, hands in his coat pockets. Mira didn’t turn. “I didn’t crack it. I became part of it.” “Even more impressive,” he said, stepping beside her. “You know, there’s talk of you being dangerous. That you’re not really... you anymore.”

He asked not letting me answer before asking another question. I sighed, exhaling deeply. He wasn't aware. The attack was really carefully planned by them. I ran a hand through my hair which had come loose during the whole drama." The three of us are good but all the guys that were sent to the villa are dead." "Shit." He said. "That's messed up." "He pledged his life to me and I had spared him for old time's sake. That ungrateful cunt. Like father like son. I should have killed him."

Cameras flashed as we stepped onto the marble stairs, hands linked, the perfect couple built on careful lies. She leaned in, whispering against my jaw, “I hope I embarrass you tonight.” “You already do. Breathtakingly,” I replied through a smile for the cameras. We glided through the crowd with practiced ease. I spoke with politicians, venture capitalists, and fake friends while Arianna charmed them with just enough mystery to keep them guessing. But her hands were never truly relaxed in mine. Not once. Then I saw her. Camille. She moved like a ripple through water, still devastating and dangerous.

“Remember? Grandma put the vacuum in my hair, and it sucked all of Famke’s hair right up the tube!” “I remember.” “Oh.” The doctor pretended to be puzzled. “Why didn’t Famke use her magic to clean up the glitter?” “She doesn’t have magic,” Precious said and then as soon as she said it her breath caught. “But my mommy said she was a witch with magic.” “Tell me Precious, did Mommy Mindy ever tell lies?” Royal’s gaze flitted to the woman incredulously. Was she going to truly paint Mindy as the villain?

“Yes. Option A: can be something sentimental. Option B: hot. Option C: something pretty valuable. I blink at her. “Here I was thinking that’s all we’ve been doing all day. And what do you mean by valuable?” She grins like a villain. “I think when he sees you in a very beautiful, very very beautiful outfit he might have a heart attack.” “…You’re insane.” “And here I was thinking I was being helpful,” she shoots back. Fair point. We stop in front of a watch store, and she gestures dramatically like she’s unveiling a masterpiece. “Boom. Classic. Rich man gift.”

"Oh, I plan to. This whore is mine now - my personal fucktoy to ruin however I want." Mr. Johnson nodded approvingly, his hand moving from her ass to press against her swollen, cum-leaking cunt. "You've got quite the collection of sluts, don't you? Seems like you have a real knack for turning girls into obedient little cocksleeves." Jack grinned wolfishly, his eyes gleaming with sadistic hunger as he watched Mr. Johnson's fingers probe Lilith's abused hole. "It's a talent. I can spot a potential fucktoy a mile away. And this one?" He smacked Lilith's ass hard, making her moan softly in her sleep. "This one was just begging to be broken."

*** Little Theater**** Author: My poor mc, and his family jewels Mc: If you feel sorry for me, why did you write it then? Author: To advance the plot, of course. Hysterical woman: Pervert, save me. Yoshiki: I will kill you in your sleep. Just wait. Kenchki: Everyone is useless at doing their job. Lin Su: I'm a very innocent high schooler, but I have a secret. Serial killer: white and purple, my favorite colors. Police: Serial killers, why are there so many of them around. Author: I'm willing to associate will a crazy bunch like you. Readers: I don't know what just happened.

perfect juliana:- what perfect are you going to kill my father velliam:- no I am talking about food it's so good (they finish their food and go to sleep ) novsitle:- bro what you do there in fight velliam:- I just kill his pride form soul and result is Good and there might be possibilities that he become empty shell like dead from inside novsitle:- you did something dangerous and you don't know whether you succeed or not velliam:- no I know I will be succeed and tell me what the heck you doing novsitle:- what are you saying velliam:- how can you spend time with her in library and I Stickley told you to say away from noble