Novel & Cerita Villain Death

Too late to ponder. "Xu Kai.. I will haunt you even when I die.." The Eighth Prince sneers as he is being dragged away into the cell. His eyes never leave Xu Kai as blood is gushing out of his mouth, "Keep a close eye on those you cherish because I will make sure they disappear from your life." Xu Kai's eyes are on the ground the whole time, pondering whether if this is really the ending to everything. It happened so quick, it almost seems unreal.

She stared off into the distance before nodding slowly. Valor and Aynyra walked into a room decorated with flowers all around in the room. In the centre was her father lying on a table. He wore the royal uniform for when a royal passes, the arrow removed and the blood cleaned off. His skin was pale, his eyes closed and his chest unmoving. He really was dead, and Rhae killed him.

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.

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.

"I know what you thought. Sweet-scale. Listen. I am going to say the four sentences again and this time I will not break in the middle. I have been preparing the breath for two weeks. I will not have it again. Listen." He does not look away from me this time. His eyes hold mine the way a father's eyes hold a child's when he is about to say a hard thing he refuses to soften. And he speaks — clearly, slowly, the dead-king register I have not heard since my coronation, when he stood beside me on the dais with his crown already turning grey on his head. "The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He c

Something doesn’t feel right. “I bring bad news,” she declares, falling into a seat at the table. Keo straightens. “What is it?” “Vail is dead. He was killed,” she mutters. A gasp catches in my throat. Vail? It was only a couple weeks ago that I was talking to him. He was kind, attentive and far too young to be taken from the world...especially by murder. “What? When? By who," Keo questions, his expression morphing to seriousness. I haven't seen him like this in a while, where he is entirely focused, reminding me why no one has been able to kill him in his lifetime.

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.

Damian Vale died quietly. Not in the way men usually did—no gunshot, no obituary, no dramatic fall from a building with a crowd to witness it. He died in databases. In access logs. In banking systems that suddenly showed **zero**. In facial-recognition grids that could no longer agree on who he was. By sunrise, Damian Vale officially did not exist. And that was exactly how war began. Elijah watched the final protocol execute, the last of Damian’s digital fingerprints evaporating into clean silence.

"You're too naive. It was me from the very start." "But why?" My world was spinning. "Mr. Vale, why you?" "Why?" His face twisted with rage. "You have the nerve to ask me why?" Captain Colson gestured for me to back up, but Mr. Vale kept talking. "Louis Jones, Fred Roth, and John Moore—they all died because of you. And their deaths were just an appetizer. The one I really wanted dead… was you." Jacob stared at him in disbelief. "Mr. Vale, are you out of your mind? Jeremiah has never done anything to you!"