No More Pain For This Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It’s almost admirable." I glared at him, the words forming in my head before I could stop them. "Go... to... hell." Viktor chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, sweetheart, I’m already there. And so are you." He snapped his fingers again, and the man moved forward with the rod once more, this time targeting my other arm. The heat pressed against my skin, and another scream ripped from me, louder than the first. I couldn’t help it. The pain was too much, too intense, too sharp. It felt like my skin was melting, my bones burning, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Vincent wanted to witness her pain but she still won against him But soon an evil smirk appeared on his lips. 'I have other ways to make you feel the exact pain of hell wifey. Its just the beginning'

He was savoring this moment, enjoying every second of my pain. “You’re about to learn just how powerless you really are, Lionel,” Victor whispered, his voice dripping with malice. “And when I’m done with you, I’ll take everything from your precious pack. I’ll make them all kneel before me, just like you should have done.” I tried to move, tried to summon the strength to fight back, but my limbs felt like lead. My vision was fading, and every breath I took was more difficult than the last. I could feel my energy slipping away.

“Get your freedom. I’m already bleeding, make it real. Hurt me enough to match the pain in my heart.” He pressed his fingers over mine around the gun. His words made me the villain, making it hurt to hurt him in any way. I was full on crying by now, loud ugly sobs like an animal left to die a slow torturous death. I couldn’t even make out his face through the rush of my tears. “Shoot.” He snapped at me, his eyes two burning oceans and his body a mountain in front of me.

Mom questions. I growl. Some bitch poisons my mate. How dare them!. How dare that bitch?!. He or she dare poison mate to a true alpha?!. My fist morph angrily. My sprouting claw's tear through my very skin. Am though unborthered. I'll definitely heal. My morphed fist jerk and vibrate. Such bitch will definitely pay. Never will I rest until I uncover such bitch. Never will such bitch ever know peace if unconvered. I'll introduce him to the greatest pain ever known and experienced.

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

Maddison looked at him, and he looked at her back, he didn't believe he could ever do it In his life but he went on the knees. "please whoever you are, I am sorry please let me go" the old man begged, his palm covering his face. Maddison looked at him. "Come on, oldie you will go punished, you dare touch me with your disgusting hand" she yelled, her old self was coming back into existence, her eyes darkened and the old man couldn't help but shiver in fear, his palm was sweaty. "You will go punished, trust my words old man" she took him and after twisting his ankle, she left him there paralyzed, she looked at his men who were astonished, she smirked as she walked out of course they didn't dar

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

He couldn't get enough. “Ahhhhhhhgggggghhhh. Pleaseeeeee….nooo ahhhh.” Then from his arm down to his fingers fell off the floor with his bones sticking out like the bones of a dog. His throat was already hurting from having cried a lot and pleading the evil men to let go of him. The pain he was feeling was beyond imagination. He wouldn't even wish such pains for his enemy. His hand was gone. The hand he would use to take revenge on his lover’s killer that was if he comes out alive. These men were so brutal that he wasn't sure they would leave him alone. Their faces carries different expressions and bloodlust on them.

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”