Villain Deku Full Body Novels & Stories

“Woman, you know shit about men. When he comes, ask Jack why he came after you. It won’t be long now.” Morgan tried to follow the train of his words and not to swallow her tongue. Every sculpted inch of Deke’s torso was blessedly, achingly bare. She took in the angled dips and hard swells of his body. The man was enormous! Those shoulders…they had to be damn near three feet wide. Holy cow, it was a good thing she already knew Deke wasn’t going to hurt her. Otherwise…she’d be terrified to meet the man in a dark alley.

"Idiot. Don't be dramatic." In the story, Luca was a minor villainess. He ran the club's warehouse, but he also managed the dock shipments, and he'd been skimming from both for years. When Noemi got transferred to the warehouse, she uncovered his operation, handed the evidence to Renato, and earned herself a second act in the love story. Not if I got there first. I laid out everything I knew about his operation, line by line. His color drained with each detail. By the end, he'd slid halfway off his chair.

She was carrying a flower vase which contained water and so it got all poured into her body as well revealing his inner part. " I apologize my lord... I apologize." She said anxiously while trying to wipe his clothes. " Let go off me..." He yelled slapping her hand. The moment he did that she didn't dare to touch him again. As soon as he stared at her he began to feel lust. He had seen a woman's body to which no man can refuse. But only a certain kind of men who have a beastly character would dare to mess with that woman's or fantasise her.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

Edwina always made a point to avoid him. People had nicknamed him the Duke of Ice, both for his manner and for his appearance. He was gorgeous. Blonde hair that was almost white and piercing blue eyes. His skin was pale and almost translucent without a single blemish. He was neither too tall nor too short, nor too skinny or too big. His muscles were very defined, at least that was what the girls would say and she didn’t think that was an exaggeration. She had watched him participate in Academy horsemanship and swordsmanship competitions. He was a skilled rider and a ruthless swordsman.

He does not believe that his opponent would be dealt with so easily, and Jared is right to think so, because in only a few seconds, the lump of debris suddenly shook as black vines shot out from under them while flinging out the bigger rock debris as the body of the bald-headed man was uncovered before slowly standing up. The body of the bald-headed man is now full of blood, bruises and scratches that could be seen through the tattered black robe. The blood that has been flowing from the chest wound is still not stopping, but the other party is still alive and well which caused Jared and General Markus to look at each other with somber expressions. Such a physique and fighting style that doe

Water beaded and trickled down the valley of his chest, catching the light like scattered jewels before sliding over the ridges of his abdomen. His abs were every lady's favorite, eight unyielding packs stacked like armored plates, each one contracting visibly as he moved, the obliques flaring out to frame his narrow waist in a V that dipped teasingly toward lower promises. Each flex sent shadows dancing across the deep cuts separating the abs, a testament to a body honed for both battle and seduction, rippling with the fluid certainty of his draconic heritage. The servants nearby pretended to be busy, one dropping her towel, another fussing with a tray but their glances betrayed them. Laugh

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.

It was a dangerous position to be in because outsiders would always seek to possess said gifts. ‘She’s in there somewhere,’ Vince said. He was terrified of her getting hurt. ‘Deke’s mate is in there,’ Tyre told her. Well, double fuck. ‘So is Vince’s,’ she told him. The Alpha shifted back and stood before the pack. He was a big dude, tatted from head to toe. He reminded me of a body builder with a history of steroid abuse. His body was covered in scars, and I had no doubt that he had plenty of blood on his hands.

Uncertainty still lingered, but I was willing to embrace the unknown and embark on this journey with Savio. He got up and started dressing up for the day, I couldn't help but feel bashful as I watched him strip out of his shirt. Most of his bruises were gone, thanks to his werewolf gene, and as my eyes roamed over Savio's bare chest, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his physique. His body was tall and lean, with broad shoulders that looked like they could carry the weight of the world. Every muscle in his chest was chiseled, rippling beneath his skin with every breath he took. It was clear that he took care of his body, his arms and legs were toned, and his abs were visible