Novel & Cerita The Scum Villain's Self Saving System Novel

All the pent-up bitterness and the crushing weight of life pushed him to the brink until he no longer cared about what happened. "You're nothing more than an ugly and broke psycho! I was so blind back then. To think I allowed myself to be deceived by a fake like you and cast aside a real heiress like Emilila! She's Mrs. Shaw now, and she's also the heir to Langley Group! "And what about you, huh?" Mark continued. "You're even worse than your mother! At least she managed to steal some things. What did you steal? All you stole was a man, and now you're stuck living in this basement room with me, surviving off cheap food!"

DAMIEN As I waited for Scarlett to come, a strong mix of anticipation and arousal coursed through my veins, igniting every nerve ending in my body. With my mask securely in place, shielding my identity, I stood poised in the dimly lit room, my senses on high alert for the sound of her steps approaching. When she finally showed up, the sight of her, completely naked beneath the large trench coat she wore, sent a surge of desire coursing through my veins. Her boldness, her utter disregard for the consequences, was intoxicating, it drove me nuts.

“I – a few times, nurses and your brother kicked me out when they changed the dressings, but I saw. I – I know how bad it is.” “So how the actual goddamn hell can you stand to look at me?” Scars asked her, his voice breaking as he finally uttered his truest, deepest fear, the one that was rooted in self-loathing and -disgust, the one that spoke both from memory and certainty of the present. “Knowing what I am now, and what’s hiding underneath? How can I expect you to ever look at me the same way again? All you’ll see are my scars, Zoe. I know it, and I don’t blame you, but I can’t live with it. You deserve better – you deserve a man who is whole.”

The girl cried even more and she struggled with him so he hugged her even tighter. "Release me! I'm useless! I'm useless to this fucking world!" the girl shouted causing them to sit on the bathroom floor. The girl just cried and cried while leaning on his chest. "I'm useless, I'm useless" That is what the girl repeatedly says to herself while the young man reverses it all. "No, you're not useless Darling. You're worth it. Please, please stop hurting yourself again. You're hurting, I'm hurting. Please, let me heal you," he said to the girl causing her to calm down...

The Council's observers moved through the crowd with the awkwardness of people who'd forgotten how to be anonymous. And at the edge, in the shadows, in the margins where the real story was being written, my circle held its position. Seraphina with her wounded optimism. Emberlyn with her fragile brilliance. Austin with his silent blade. Thalassa with her ocean patience. Elara with her rebirth fire. Zephina with her shadow sovereignty. Riven with his beautiful error. And me. The revenant. The anomaly. The villainess who'd stopped playing her role and had started building something that didn't need the narrative's permission to exist.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Aiden tensed— Dante appeared from the shadows, arms full of supplies: food, water, a burner phone, clothes, and something metal. Aiden blinked. “What’s that?” “A scrambler,” Dante said proudly. “Blocks local scanners.” Aiden’s lips parted. “Where did you get that?” “Borrowed it.” “You mean stole it,” Aiden said softly. “I mean borrowed it forever.” Dante smirked. “Now move.” They made their way deeper into town, avoiding main streets. Dante walked slightly ahead, shoulders tense, scanning for danger. Aiden tried to follow, but every few steps the world pulsed with sensory overload.

"Give me something sensible, Ducky, because right now, you look like a murderer hiding the evidence." "I was trading them!" he screamed out, the raw confession ripping from his chest as his whole body began to shudder. "There's a group of rogue scavengers living down by the old dairy block past the outer ridge. They have tobacco, and real sugar, and... and they promised me they’d find an old pre-war leather jacket. A real officer's coat. Just like the one Korr wears. I just wanted to look like a real soldier, Edal. I wanted the commander to look at me and actually see someone useful, not just a kid cleaning the grease traps! I'm a thief. I'm a stupid, selfish thief, but I am not a killer. Pl

7% suppression that the System refuses to explain. I put my hands in my pockets and start walking back toward town. Whoever sealed me, I think, with a comfortable and absolute certainty, made a very long-term mistake. ~~~

CHAPTER ONE VENITA My eyes were overflowing with streams of salt, each tear that fell a reminder that I, indeed, had fallen for the wrong man. “We’re here, ma’am.” The cab driver said as he pulled up in front of the massive gate that belonged to my family. I sat there, unmoving. What was left for me to do anyway? I had given everything I had – which was admittedly not much – to a rogue wolf, the height of betrayal in Bloodied-Fang Pack.