Novel & Cerita Psycho Pass Villain

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

Hate wasn't a strong enough word to describe what I saw. It was pure, unadulterated loathing. His expression was one of someone planning mass destruction, both malicious and ruthless, so lost in his own head that he wasn't seeing anything else. And that wasn't even the worst part, the worst part was that he looked like he would enjoy every second of the destruction he would bring upon others, cherish it. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand, wanting nothing more than to wipe that expression off his face, hoping my direct touch would calm him down just like it did to me.

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

I said firmly. Instead of getting offended, what did I see? Amusement? He only laughed it off nonchalantly. He didn't push any further, and instead of escorting me, he walked slowly to match my stride. This was new. I didn't know a psychopath villain could be considerate. "Lady Bella," he called. "The part about you being the first person that I don't feel repulsed to touch, the only one who knew about it was myself, and now, you. So I'm sure that you won't tell anyone right?"

"Z.V." She got what I wanted. With the deal sealed, Mr. Valentine naively gave us access to his whole life. His past, his bank accounts, his inheritance, almost everything. But nothing I could use as a leverage if I wanted. His untouchable criminal record was clearly a result of a bribery to some judge because he definitely was not the saint he was presented to be.

I don’t really have an issue with Feodor but if he stands in the way of me and Lilith I will have no problem ripping his heart out. “Then I will call Tyler…” she continues underestimating me. She is going with the big guy now. Did she really want to hurt me? I suppose in her mind I was the villain now and as Tyler is about twice my size she probably thinks he would be able to hurt me. The winning smile on her face fades when I cross my arms waiting for her to call her bluff. “Then I will call the scary scar face guy.” With the mention of Vadim there was a flash in her eyes and if I wasn’t this close to her I might have missed it. She was scared of him and she should be. He was a sick psychop

Going home and getting some sleep is what he needs. The intercom phone rang. The inspector picked up the phone. — Printouts? Has already? Yes, of course, bring... Then he looked again at the photo of the missing vocalist. Dimples on the cheeks, a slight smile and deep, like old wells, yellow-green eyes. Yes, there is something in her from a fox ... or from a cat. Predatory and attractive. I imagined how some psychopath was now crushing and crippling this beauty, and suddenly I felt acute sympathy. But this is superfluous ... It is impossible to identify yourself with the victim. He must keep a clear and cold mind. He must think like a criminal in order to catch him.

I suspected that Villain X had helped him in the past, just like she helped me, and he was doing all of this to pay her back. He was just a pawn, moved by the Villain X. A doll controlled by the puppet master. Yet I could see why he was in his position right now. Frankly, Blake wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, he was easily triggered by anger and pride. The dude was like a walking jerrycan of gasoline, ready to explode with even the tiniest spark of fire.

It was the voice of Alex Voss — the powerful, controlled billionaire who had pulled her out of a life she'd been drowning in, who had used her as a stand-in for a woman who'd never actually died, who she'd let herself believe, against every piece of tactical training she owned, was the one uncomplicated, civilian anchor in a world otherwise made entirely of monsters. The realization arrived like a physical blow, a kinetic shockwave that blurred the edges of her vision and left her ears ringing faintly beneath the crackle of the dying fire. Alex Voss was Valentino. *The man who'd used her as a proxy was the same monster she'd been chasing through half the city for weeks.*

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W