Novel & Cerita Qu Villain

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

I knew it must be Qwen because she was the only enemy I had in the palace, and unlike Lucio, she is a noble blood and she has access to the palace and everything beneath it. I had heard of the dungeon gammas who were said to be huge and unapologetic, and when it comes to killing, the kill without thinking twice and hearing a plea. “A gamma for a gamma. Qwen is so good a villain.” The huge guy smile and spart to the floor, squashing his spit with the soul of his boot, and looking at me with eyes that said so much. “A dungeon gamma for a city boy, is that not a prayer answered. Beating up a city boy and getting millions for it is such a miracle.

Andre had stood as well, confronting the man on equal footing. Viscount chuckled deeply, a low venomous laughter which was followed by a loud slamming of his palm against the table. "I ignored you for years because you were just a boy, but you're fucking thirty now! I refuse to believe that all that digging of yours didn't get you information that my father designed the original prototype of the first device released by Quinn Corporation. What? You weren't fucking aware that the logo was once VQ; the VisQuinn corporation?"

I said, stepping closer. Ivy didn’t move. “I think I know who killed Wren.” That got her attention. Her head snapped toward me, eyes narrowing. “Who?” I hesitated. She saw it. Her voice dropped. “Lucien. Don’t you dare hold anything back.” I reached into my coat and pulled out a black card. No markings. Just a symbol etched in silver: 𝕍 “Valen,” I said. “He’s not just a rogue element. He’s the last architect of the HALCYON bloodline. And he’s building something… worse.”

"So tell me all the details, did you all succeed in killing Victor and putting his house on fire?" Derius, the duke of Maxwell duchy, said to one of the shadow knights he ordered – who was kneeling and bowing in front of the duke’s back. The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

Not from the board. From him. Then he turned and walked toward the door. The office fell silent again after he left. But Elena barely noticed. Because her attention remained fixed on the transaction approval glowing before her. Her own name. Her own clearance. Attached to stolen millions. And suddenly— The shareholder evaluation tomorrow mattered far less than the horrifying realization settling into place inside her mind. Someone had been using Elena Vale long before she ever became the villainess. And whoever it was— Was still inside Vale Group.

It was just an instant, and Quinn was already bleeding at the mouth. When she forcefully activated the Divine Voodoo in front of the Three Voodoo Sovereigns, it backlashed on her. “It’s best you don’t activate the Holy Silkworm, Saintess. With your current cultivation, you’ll just suffer a backlash from the Golden Voodoo Silkworm,” the Snake Voodoo Sovereign said when he saw Quinn trying to do something. He was unperturbed by it and smiled instead. “We’re marquises of martial arts, Saintess. You can’t do anything to us even if you have the Divine Voodoo inside you. Your cultivation is just too weak,” the Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign said.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

I didn't want to be derived of the pleasure of seeing him live a miserable life. In my head, I sounded like the villain, but at that point, I didn't care anymore. I could be labeled a demon, a witch, a monster and the likes. I honestly didn't give a damn anymore. I had stopped caring about the opinion of my conscience. The only thing I cared about, was the mission I had to accomplish. The mission I must accomplish, come what may. I got out of the bed and picked up my phone from the nightstand. "Pick up the phone, Marcelo!" I whisper-yelled, when my call went straight to voicemail.