The Main Villain Is Stuck To Me Like Chewing Gum Novels & Stories

" He stepped forward and if it weren't for my strong stomac, i'd be vomiting my contents; his face was utterly mutilated. The right side had a worryingly long burn mark crossing from his brow to his cheek, a small part spewing onto his neck. The thought of the agonizing pain he must've gone through and the very smell... It's almost enough to make me loose my lunch, adding to my discomfort. Despite the disturbing sight, I did my all to stay calm. "Wow... that's a... that's a pretty big one ya got there... - Hm, like it? I feel it makes me look like one of those badass villains from human pests' books, wouldn't you agree?" The heavy clunking of metal onto the ground made me realize he was carr

She asked wearing a sinister smile across her face. " Then, don't blame us...." One guy said as he approached her while raising his arm. He rushed to towards her with the intention to slap her face. But as he was about to slap her face, his hand got stuck in the mid air.. ' Shxt....' Alisha thought as she took a few steps back. Alisha closed her eyes unknowingly... She didn't expect for the sudden attack from them. He struggled to move his hand forward but he was forced to turn around. But as soon as he turned his he got goosebumps... It was none other than Macbeth who grabbed his hand from landing on her face.

The picture of an uninterested guy in his late teens, and a girl in all smiles stared back at her in a selfie angle. "System what's going on?" Zhi Ruo asked, calmly. It took her to its system's space. She sat casually on her blood red seat waiting for a reply. {You have been transported to a small world in a teen drama web novels 'HIS TOUGH LOVE'. You have assumed the body of this story's villain, Tae Rin and would revive her memories.} {This story's plot revolves around how the beautiful and pure female lead Mi Cha tries to win the heart of the male lead Min Seok, an extremely handsome and cold teenager.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

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.

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe

"Fine." Amara blinked. "Fine?" "You stay behind me." "That's not exactly—" "Behind me, Amara." There was no room for argument. They walked downstairs together. --- The main entrance opened. Security surrounded the driveway. Matteo stood several feet away. And beyond the gates stood a woman. Tall. Elegant. Dark-haired. Wearing a long black coat. She looked completely calm. As though she hadn't just walked into the home of the woman who had spent years believing her dead.

Then he said “I think not. You are mine now, and I won’t let you go so easily.” I struggled to lose myself against his grip, but it was like trying to break free from a vice. The minions closed in on us, forming a circle around us, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. Some were gnashing their teeth, other were rubbing their palms, as if getting ready to feast. ‘Get away from me you filthy one.’ I saw, in a state of defiance. I wouldn’t allow him have the last laugh.

But not here. Captain why do you have to be so tight in security! This would be the first time I got mad of people who do their job well. I'm in a mental dilemma right now. Why is this always happening? Is this really the life of a villain? Just bad luck. I always find myself in this kind of situation when I encounter another character that I am not familiar with. It's like I'm eating bad luck for breakfast, lunch, and dinner to experience something like this. It was like Deja vu, hiding like rats is the same thing I did with the greened-eye thief. I just closed my eyes because I saw that a guard was near our place.

I could not remember at this moment, because my head was just too jiggly. “ You should be ” A low chuckle sounded beside my ear and blood rose to my cheeks. He was making fun of my helplessness. He was enjoying it. Just a little too much. If I thought he would comfort me or take pity on me, I was so wrong. He was no Prince Charming. He was the Villian. And Villians only liked to mess up with other's heads. And they liked to mess them up so bad that all that other person could think about was them.