Persona Villain Novels & Stories

The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years. She is sad. The whole of her is sad. The sadness is not new; it is settled, the way a stain is settled in old cloth. "My name is Vessa." "The third host." "You read fast for a young one. Yes." She moves toward me — not by swimming, by appearing closer the way memories appear closer — and she sits, cross-tailed, in the silt at the edge of the seventh cairn. Her hands rest in her lap. The pearl in my chest is uneasy with her in a way it was not uneasy with Morrigwen, and after a second I understand why. The pearl is afraid of Vessa specifically. Vessa su

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

If he wasn't desperate to find the bitch, the man sitting across from her would never have agreed to meet here. "How can I be sure whatever is in there is real?" "Do you seriously not know who I am?" Bellie asked, genuinely puzzled that this man didn't seem to recognize her. "I don't follow entertainment news." Bellie let out an exasperated sigh. She had assumed her face was much more recognizable by now. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a heavily customized, limited-edition Rolex Lady Masterpiece with a shattered face and pushed it toward him. "I bet you remember this watch, though."

What have this villainess been going? A 105 age Takia who was still a virgin and not start the butterflies procedure yet and now stuck in the body a sex fetish person and also have the female lead as a sister and now hiding her red face media and waiting for the system to address her after give her a stupid mission on having vergence on her dignity. Sigh... Why does she and the female lead always related in every world. it wasn't like she could have a link with her in her world? right?! Takia shook her head.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

“GENNIVIER PIERRE.” The human puppet of the puppet. Her character and existence lie from the very beginning and the first loop of the world and book that they belong into. Like the man that she claims to be her first love. She is wearing a double mask that one can be puzzled enough if she is an ally or a foe. “The perfect actress, the offspring from the blessing and the curse of the first loop. But still is a secret right at this moment and time.”

"She's gorgeous, man. Are you sure she really did all those crimes? What if it's someone else impersonating her?" "Oh, right. I see what's going on with you. Zoey has her charms on and your mind is being fried by it." "Not just my mind, bro. My dick too." "You'll be dead soon. Mark my words. She's a fucking femme fatale. A goddamn Delilah. She'll cut off your locks and feed you with them." "I wouldn't mind, man." "Ivan," Arlo hissed impatiently. "just keep an eye on her and stop spewing so much nonsense."

But it made sense as she tried to kill Tikhon on the day of her funeral and her gun, the same gun she used to save him, was found at the crime scene. How many personae did Renata have? She was the Heeler, a serial killer, a contract killer, Tikhon’s daughter, Tikhon’s enemy, girls’ saviour, a copywriter, a vigilante, a volunteer, and now she was about to be a mom. She was pregnant? With his child? Michelangelo stood up and lunged at Vicktor. He bragged his collar and gritted his teeth, “tell me you are lying. This is another of your ploy, another plan to manipulate me. Tell me it’s not the truth.”

So who was this man who had come to her rescue? Laura tried to catch a glimpse of his face, but she could only see his broad back and his nicely shaped ass as he talked to the leader of the group. Her heart skipped a beat when she recalled his chiseled features and icy blue eyes. Even though she remembers every single detail about his face, she couldn't see it right now. Armani's words continued to ring in the air, "How dare you capture a girl! A child! I don't care whose orders it was... you know the rule! Yet you chose to violate it. You'll hear from the boss!"

Absolute joke. Someone's wife playing dress-up. Embarrassing. Fake Catwoman. Fake Windsor wife. What's real about this woman? That last one hit differently. I put my phone face down and drank my drink and thought about what had gone wrong. The problem was simple. I had thought Catwoman was a persona, a character someone had built and was performing. Helmet, suit, attitude. Something you could study and replicate if you were smart enough and confident enough. I was both of those things. I had been both of those things my entire life.