Novel & Cerita The Great Villain Senior Brother

“Everything we did is as a reaction to the evils you and your minions have perpetuated in past decades.” “How interesting,” he said. “You must think you know something.” He scoffed. “You all must think I am the big bad villain in this story, but I promise you I'm not.” His eyes turned dark, and he held me even tighter. “If anything, you are.” “You, your brother, and our sick father are the real villains in this story,” he seethed. “I wasn't the one who impregnated an unsuspecting witch and tried to kill her in a bid to cover up his infidelity.”

"Well Billy has only been in love with one woman and that was a woman named Valerie. Now, she turned him down because she knew the kind of life that he was living but he was obsessed with this woman and he wanted a way to get to her. He tried everything but when none of it worked, he found out that she was engaged to be married to a British guy. It tore him apart and he wanted to make her pay and then he devised a plan that won't get back to him at all." "He made Deborah to be sold to the mafia king as a sex slave and when your father came and all that happened, he had already made friends with the British guy and he used his image and his identity to act as the bad one who was the owner of

"Villains are usually calculated like that. Your brother was just unfortunate enough to be away from my protection and to have taken a liking to the late woman. She was fond of him and thought he was like a son to her. That rubbed Robert off, and here we are." "But I don't understand, why would their son be involved?" "Sebastian is the infamous Boston rapist." My grandfather declares. My eyes widen, and at the same time as Levi inhales sharply. The son of the senator is the perpetrator of the horrid rape and killing of over thirty women. "What?" I was baffled.

added the senior seriously. "What?"

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

“Can you please cut me some slack? I know I may have enemies, but everything — everything… leads back to you. And I promise you, Victoria, I will hunt you down. You’ve stepped harder on my toes than ever before, and I’m not brushing it off this time. You’ve made enemies for yourself, not just me. So… watch your back, sis.” Her lips twitched like she was holding back a sneeze — and then came the laugh. Not a ha-ha-we’re-siblings laugh. No. This was the villain's laugh. The “I just poured poison into your tea and I’m waiting for you to take a sip” laugh. She tilted her head, her hair swishing back like she was filming a shampoo commercial no one asked for. Then, locking eyes with me, she fired

There were two guys behind them, which I presumed were part of their entourage of muscle and ammo. For a second, I glanced up at the Bologna brothers. Both of them were standing against the rail glaring down toward the entrance with a few other brutes behind them. It was like the mighty stare-off between good and evil, Heaven and Hell. The only problem was, that I had no idea who the good guys and bad guys were in this equation. But something told me there was a tad more evil lurking behind the Morellos, especially the older brother, Enzo. With his dark hair tied at the back of his neck, and that disgusting smirk that always seemed to be plastered on his arrogant face, Enzo Morello was one c

"Okay, my little sister, don't make things difficult for this poor maid." My brother stands up and walks toward us. As he gets closer, the maid couldn’t help but blush at his handsome appearance. So pathetic! I give her a disdainful glance before taking my brother’s hand that he extends to me. My brother smiles broadly at me. “I will help you, my dear little sister.” “...Don’t worry, together we shall rid the world of this villain Cara!”

He said and everyone kept mute and they didn't say anything until someone came out and pointed towards Charles. "How about me and you have a little spar, and if you win, we won't bully him again But if otherwise, you know what it means." The guy said. "Oh no, that's the big brother." I exclaimed. He's also at the same level as senior brother Charles but big brother is a giant, I mean, a big muscular man about eight feet tall. "Oh no, I've brought trouble upon senior brother Charles. I should do something, but what?" I pondered as I look around. I want to tell senior brother Charles to not accept the challenge but before I could say anything, he had already accepted the challenge.

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.