Novel & Cerita Villain Aesthetic

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

A sudden wave of shiver passes. Unconsciously making Koishi clutch his hand into the Damian tux breathing heavily with the tip of his ears turning bright red. He can feel his heart beating against his chest as if it's just going to rip out of his chest. 'What is it why am I feeling this way feeling all over hot and just intoxicated by the scent of the villain itself. Damn, he really looks so damn hot did I really make and design the character just like him.' Giving one last glance at him Daisuke just walks away making Koishi unconsciously follow behind. Takes a deep breath of the sweet scent of the guy walking in front with his eyes staring at the back of the long black haired guy.

Hailee was surprised. “I think I’m lost!” I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now! We are all surprised with what we are seeing. Since then, I know that Jai only needs a little makeover and she’ll flaunt it. She’s plainly beautiful before and now that she’s added with a stye, she’s way more attractive. She’s a bit nerdy before so others would really peek on her but now that she transformed, I don’t think so they can even bully her.

She stared at her reflection in the gilded mirror, her blue eyes rimmed with red from countless sleepless nights. "Not beautiful," she whispered, her voice trembling as she touched her face. Michael's words haunted her, cutting deeper with every repetition. How dare he call her ugly? She was prettier than every girl in the kingdom of Valeria. She was the most desirable. What does that stupid wrench have that she doesn't? Why does Michael like her so much? She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. "I'll show him," she hissed. "I'll show them all."

Gallian's eyes widen, " I hate when people force me to do. Do it properly. Show me how much you love me that you are acting crazy!" Oryx grins, patting his back. " I like straightforward and green frag characters more than Villains because Villains choose the wrong path... I like to see heroes saving people rather than Villains killing people for their lovers!" " Why? The world betrays the Villain. That's why they go against everyone!"

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

Ava touched her gums, "It felt so good drinking it, I forgot myself for a minute there. I just wanted to take more blood." "That's called blood lust, when a vampire falls under it and can't get out of it. It can't slaughter a whole town just to satisfy that blood lust." Ava shivered, "I don't want to kill people." "Of course you won't Ava, you aren't like those vampires." "Thanks Evena." "You are welcome" Evena answered. "I guess I should let you go and prepare for your mission now." Ava said. "Yes you should and you should also get back to your reading."

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

Meanwhile, the moon thought it was a good idea to flatter his features. Even through the agitation that coursed through me, I could pick out those amber eyes. His lips were perfect for his features. His white shirt sparkled under the moonlight. I don’t want to start with the aura that oozed out of him. It dropped like honey from the honeycomb. A black shoulder bag with the head of a dagger added to his icy, untouchable aura. Kai Virelli. He looked bored, almost like if he had it his way, he’d throw me into the dungeon to cool off.

They all have that ash-blonde hair that covers their eyes, bright blue eyes, and an easy smile. But on the inside? Entirely different. The only thing they have in common is the women they fuck, and protecting me. Cain is laid back, he likes to party, to play. Axel is more focused on training. Yeah, he parties, but he trains hard. Vane is a mixture of them, he’s wild, but also trains hard. “Yeah, I’m going,” I say. I should have been at the shop by now. From a young age I drew, I became an artist, but art isn’t good, it’s a piece that hangs on the wall in one person’s house.