Novel & Cerita The Villain Who Robbed The Heroines

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

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.

He turns me — gently, the way you turn a lover — and the dagger comes out of his side-sash so quickly I do not even register the motion until it is already between my ribs. "You were never going to be the queen this kingdom needed, Irene." "Rose is everything you are not." He pushes me. I have already shown you this part. I am not going to show it to you again. The Hollow takes me. But this is the part I have not shown you.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

He smiled diabolically and approached that unsuspecting lady. Diana,the queen of pickpockets was confused about what had just happened.She was sure she had robbed that foolish rich dude,who she passed by in the crowd but she couldn't find it.She was suddenly alerted by a domineering figure that appeared before her.She looked up to see the man she just stole from.Her heart skipped a beat but influenced by her rushing adrenaline she pulled out a pocket knife and attempted to stab him.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

The wedding heist. He let out a low, bitter sigh and shook his head. “She didn’t deserve that.” The memory of it burned in him; how her special day turned into chaos. Armed men, stolen treasures, and broken dreams. A woman like Sylvania… wept tears for something she didn’t deserve. Zagaff clenched his fists slowly. “That was no random robbery,” he said to himself. “Victor.” He spat the name like a curse. If there was one thing Zagaff hated, it was men who hurt women for power. And he was sure Victor had a hand in that heist.

"I've taken risks before, and I always come out on top. Do you really think you can stop me?" The thief, cornered but defiant, sneered in response. "I've taken risks before, and I always come out on top. Do you really think you can stop me?" Robin's voice held a hint of a challenge. "We've faced countless adversaries, and each time, we emerge victorious. We are the guardians of this palace, entrusted with its safety." As the tension mounted, the room seemed to hold its breath. The thief made a sudden move, attempting to evade capture. But Robin and Adonis were quick to react, their movements synchronized with practiced precision.