Villain Bakugou Fanart Novels & Stories

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

I lifted my fingers and emphasized my words “I will take over her body, win her father’s love, and make her the Empress of this world.” “I don’t know why of all people it has to be me! Not to mention--- her wishes are near to impossible! Ugghh!” I groaned loudly in frustration as I angrily messed with my hair. Once I‘ve calmed down, I pointed at the notebook and continued “That. I wrote everything I remembered. From the main characters to the side characters like me and the villains like you. I even wrote some of your schemes that I know.” Ben extended his palm to signal me to stop. He gently massaged the temples of his head and inhaled deeply. “This is too much for me to sink in.” I bit my

Hey, that shining blonde hair. Shit..! I quickly pulled over the hood of my cloak in a panic. Not him, please! I turned around in a hurry only to bump into the very person I was trying to avoid. "Well, well, well... If it isn't my favorite lady!" It was the boy with the devil's grin. "It seems like we met again. Isn't it fate?" Sasaeng fan : An obsessive fan who stalks or engages in other behavior constituting an invasion of the privacy of celebrities, specifically Korean idols, drama actors, or other public figures.

I wаnder аround thе edge оf thе рool, cаrеful nоt tо get tоo closе tо thе wаter whеn аll оf а suddеn I bumр intо sоmеоne sо hаrd thаt I аlmost fаll in thе рool. I gаsp аs I try tо keep mysеlf steаdy. "I'm sо sоrry," I sаy tо thе persоn bеfоre mе. Нe tilts his hеаd аs а smirk curls uр оn his fаce. Disgusting. Нis blаck hаir hаs sоmе green highlightеd strаnds. Нe hаs а tаttоo оf а skull оn thе left side оf his nеck.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Instead, I turned my gaze to the far corner of the hall, where a man sat in the shadows, ignored by the servants and mocked by the lords. Gabriel. The "Scourge of the Borderlands." He was dressed in scarred, dark leather. His hair was a messy raven black, and a jagged scar ran across his jawline. He was a Rogue Alpha—a man whose pack was made of orphans, exiles, and the broken. When we were announced as mates, I walked quietly and stood by his side. And, when I heard people laughing, I simply held his hands affectionately. Only then did he turn to look at me, shocked by my actions. But then his grip on my hands tightened, and a small curve on the corner of his lips appeared.

Bellie smirked. #ThamManager

I sing it because my new body knows it is there. The beast staggers mid-lunge. Its flat eye blinks twice. Its momentum carries it past me by an arm-length, and my tail — which is sharper than I have understood, the fan of it edged with obsidian the way an artist edges a finished page — comes around in an arc I do not consciously plan and opens its belly along eight feet of old muscle. It does not die from the cut.