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THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

The man with curly brown hair replied shyly. Gotcha. I can’t help but smirk at the success of my bait. “Oh my! Really?! How cool is he?! Can you tell me more about it?” I asked them excitedly as they started to match my mood. "My lady! You just can't imagine how amazing Duke Vel Lavite is when he swings his sword!" "He looks so scary and powerful when he cuts the enemy's heads off!" I bit my lip inwardly behind the fan to stop myself from laughing. Dude, you should discuss these things with a noble lady. How terrified would they be when you speak about killings and blood?

“I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES! IF IT COMES TO FEMALE CHARACTERS, GIVE HER SOME TEMPTING PHYSICAL APPEARANCE JUST LIKE WHAT WE SEE ON BLUE FILM!” “DONT LUMP MY MASTERPIECE WITH A STUPID HAREM KING NOVEL LIKE ISEKAI SMARTPHONE TO TOMO NI!” “NO WAY! I WANT ONE LIKE HIGHSCHOOL DXD OR RANCE!” “CAN YOU STOP MENTIONING ANIME TITLES? DMCA COULD SUE ME AGAIN FOR SURE!” “YOU STARTED IT, ASSHOLE!” “What did you say?!” Kartika said. Her blue Iru comes out from her body and cloaks her in. She summons Cakra who has turned into a blue hooded Grim Reaper.

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

"Those incidents occurred during an operational drill. This is a strategic trial. The situation is completely different." "She isn't going with you," Jakob growls. He takes another step forward, his massive chest rising and falling heavily. His Alpha aura begins to flare, a heavy wave of heat and damp pine rolling off his skin. "She made a deal with the Blue Moon Pack. We honor our deals." "You honor what you can defend," Uriel murmurs softly. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't bulk up his posture. But the air around him drops ten degrees in a fraction of a second. A sharp, metallic chill spreads across the turf, biting into my skin right through my blazer.

but also because of how unrealistically beautiful his face was. Just like when I first saw Alistair, he took my breath away whenever I caught a glance at him. Now that I saw it, I could totally see the resemblances between him and Alistair. It might sound ridiculous, but they really should thank Marquis Viglianco for giving them superior genes when it comes to beauty. I could even imagine if the three of them were put together in a painting. The colors that mixed together to paint their portrait would be all so vivid and so... so fucking beautiful. One could only be left staring, mesmerized at the art they were looking at.

Ava chuckled, "I am not sure everybody will agree with you about that." "It's their loss then. I have only met you for a little while but I am sure that you are a nice person with a good heart." Dreya said as he stood up from his kneeling position. "I am also a freak too. Did you know that? A vampire-werewolf hybrid. I have always known that something was wrong with me." "No Ava, you aren't a freak. And I have seen a lot of freaks." Ava smiled at this, "Thanks. Do you know Evena?" she asked.

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.

I don’t care if his jawline was sculpted by ancient gods during their off-season. Duke Alaric is a sadist. A hot, musclebound, chaos-manufacturing sadist. For the past two weeks, I have been living the cursed crossover of a military boot camp and a magical girl anime. If you ever wonder what it’s like to run five miles in full training gear while a six-foot menace yells “again” every time you breathe wrong, let me paint the picture: I looked like a wet, electrocuted duckling. Mascara? Gone.