Sludge Villain Novels & Stories

Again he stopped and cleared his throat. “Slade needs your help. We need your help,” What can an insignificant person like me have to offer a man like Marcel? He reeked of wealth and affluence. His skin looked tough, but that had to be from too much fighting rather than suffering. “Who is Slade? And what are you talking about?” His brow furrowed and anger crossed his features as if I had just insulted the man he mentioned by not knowing about him.

Or someone is being bullied again? Hmm, I’m getting curious about how it feels to be bullied. I slowly walked towards there and intruded on the students so I could better see what they were looking at. I saw the woman who only studied here because she had a scholarship. She’s always being bullied because she is poor. Well, all students here are rich and other people think that this school is only for rich kids. I frowned when I saw Ysay slap Cherry on the cheek. Ysay is the number one bully here. She bullied students she doesn’t like. Cherry is a new student, she just transfer here a month ago and when students know about her being poor, they bully her.

Alpha Adrian fumed. "Of course, Alpha Adrian. We know that, don't we, Alpha Evan?" The man said, turning around so he was facing Alpha Evan and me. The man had a thin, barely there smile on his heavily bearded face, his piercing blue eyes flickering towards me for a moment before zeroing in on his Alpha. "She is only a slave, Alpha. A nobody to us, yes? And how Alpha Adrian treats his slaves is not our business, yes?" He said, his tone low, placating. As if he was trying to calm his Alpha down, almost scared of what he would do.

It’s an important key to who might be behind the missing woman. As the dhampir slowly lost its life, the man named Slade talked to Leon once more. “So, it was you… Join me. I’ll be waiting.” *blaaag The body of the dhampir fell after it dried like a dead tree. All his blood was lost as if it had no life to begin with.

Her voice dripped with contempt. The second slave, a smaller woman with a pale face and icy blue eyes, stepped forward, nudging a broken piece of plate with her foot. "You think you’re special just because Master decided to drag you in here?" Her voice was soft, but the malice in her tone cut deeper than any loud insult could. I stayed silent, my head bowed, hoping to avoid whatever storm was brewing between them. They didn’t owe me anything—least of all kindness. "Pathetic," the taller woman continued, her voice rising. "We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—"

In a long monologue, I had finished slipping in all the possible innuendoes. Basically I had just said that I know about the illness of Terrion my idol and that I would like to challenge him with a view to getting a reward from him and that if I dared to ask for a fight it is through this that I knew he was sick and I took advantage of it and not to disrespect his greatness. That I understood the need to keep this a secret, because Terrion represents the icon of the group's strength just as Slader represents the icon of power and that no one should doubt it until someone else officially comes to take over. relief.

Her feet wobbled as she tried to stand on her feet, the weight of her body was too heavy for her legs and she almost fell to the ground but she quickly grabbed the sink for help. Her life reflected through her mind and she wondered how fast the night changed. She was just a mere waitress in a nightclub with a sick mother and now she was a sex slave to one of the biggest mafia lords in the mafia world. She was ashamed of herself, she couldn't even look at herself in the mirror right now. Her mind kept bringing the disgusting sight to her, her screams were a nightmare to her existence, she just wanted to die right now so she could escape everything. Her chest burned with the pain of how she be

{Why am I always the bad guy when we have an argument? Lui Jian looked around the tent that he was in, seeing all the luxurious things inside. He immediately knew that he was inside the emperor's tent. He really hoped that the emperor was not obsessed with the original soul because that could be a big problem when he found his foolish lover, that man really was helpless, he seems to become stupid to the point of being cannon fodder for the Male lead. He sat up and picked up the disgusting substance to look at it more and try to find out what horrible things were added into it to make this horrible mixture.

Slade gritted out, close to losing his shit. Gigi heaved an exasperated sigh as if it were her whose patience was being tested and leaned back in her chair. "You're such a partypooper, Poopstone. Who made you a mafia lord?" "Blackstone," Slade corrected her, an edge to his voice. "Yeah," she said dismissively. "So, how many people have you killed till now?" "I don't count them," Slade answered dryly. "Hmm," she accepted his response and then asked, "Do you also torture them. That's the best part of interrogation for me."