Sludge Villain Novels & Stories

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

I wasted no time pulling the trigger down his throat. "Bastardo, clean up this mess reco and do well to cut him into piece, send his body to his family they would love my present. what the fun in killing without having to give a present. ********************(home)********************* l just got out from the bathroom after having a proper cleanup, decided to go see the affairs of the house. I just got to know I have a little business or a meeting with my new slaves. I was told they have been groumed except from a little naive girl who seemed lost in the world.

Sloane "We heard your father was a murderer." “Yeah, and your mother was too.” “What does that make you? Huh, Slade?” “Fuck you,” Slade snarls. He’s not afraid of these ranked wolves, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t get hurt if they jump him. There are five of them and everyone of them is three years older than he is. “I mean, if you’re offering, feel free to get on your knees,” one of the guys says, grabbing his crotch while the others laugh.

We descended. The tunnels were a nightmare of slick pipes and sludge channels. The sludge wasn't water. It was a toxic slurry—chemical runoff from the Barzil refineries mixed with the organic waste of five million citizens. It flowed sluggishly, glowing with a faint, sickly green radiation that made my eyes water. I walked in the middle of the formation. My staff tapped lightly on the narrow walkway to test for stability. The air here was thick with more than just smell. I felt the spirits.

Sandra Ashbourne “Empty this entire jug of fire-wine right now, and my pack will cover your daily silver coin f*e,” drawls a greasy older wolf sitting on the stone bench. He is Gage Slater, the second uncle of Sade Wintermere. Every rogue in Myhill CrestHALL knows his foul scent because he is the most disgusting predator in the territory. He is hideous, hated by the goddess, yet he uses his high elder status to bully young females.

I giggled “Be specific.. baby. Mrs. Slate is exhibiting abused behavior.. He is either using the kids against her.. or outright abusing her.. Either way.. she is being persecuted. Do you see the guy sticking close to the house? He’s not doing it because he’s been ordered to. He is either trying to hear what’s going on inside.. or he is involved with Mrs. Slate, somehow.” Venom told Gizmo to find out who the man was.. and I told them.. “By this time, Slate knows his little plan has failed. By now.. and I am going out on a limb here.. he was either banking on the money from the sell of those women.. Or he accepted an advance on the sell.. meaning he owes beaucoup bucks to some Middle Eastern o

I growled furiously. "What did you say?" He asked, dropping the tea cup. The pretentious smile had disappeared. "So you think that just because you brought a group of midgets here with you, that you'll walk out of this place alive?" He gave a cold high pitched laugh. "Then you must be more stupid than I give you credit for, Slade." He spat, getting to his feet. "Play time's over, Verbeck." I breathed through gritted teeth. My eyes flew to his feet as I watched for any sudden movements. By now I already knew what a cunning bastard he was.

They were in a mud hole. "This place sucks." "I agree." Sloan sighed and then hugged Octnavin again. This place was a shit hole, but at least he had the great ruler of the Dagerstanteens by his side.

一 I don't understand 一 She replied quietly. 一 Yes, you understood. I was listening to all your talk, you are the worst kind of people, I don't know what you want, but here, you won't get it. 一 He said with disgust and then a waiter passed by and on impulse, I grabbed a glass of wine, I didn't even drink. It looked like a scene from a movie, where the villain to intimidate the girl, ends up spilling some liquid on her that makes her run and that's exactly what happened. Wine was spilled on her white dress and an "O" formed in my mouth, it was pure theater.

What was Ethan’s role in this house, anyway? He came back out in clean clothes. Then, he put his slippers back on and lit a cigarette. His round belly was obvious under his shirt. His hair was in clumps and looked greasy. He sprawled out on the couch. His feet stretched toward me. He bounced his leg while blissfully exhaling clouds of smoke. Without thinking twice, I slapped his leg away and said, “Quit shaking your leg!”