Villain Deku Full Body Novels & Stories

A streak of sword energy shot out, piercing the throat of the kneeling disciple with a splurt. Immediately after, the man extended his hand. A terrifying force pulled the lifeless body toward him. Reaching out, he tore away the skin from the corpse's face, revealing its true appearance.

Hakeem squeezes my hand, while we wait for our alpha to greet his people. An Indian man steps out of the driver’s side of the door. He is about average height for a werewolf, at around six feet. His toffee colored complexion and coal black hair catch the late afternoon light, his hair curling around his ears. He leans back with his hands on his lower back to stretch, causing his shirt to rise on his abs and revealing a swirl of ink up his side. Obviously, this is Declan.

“You will understand when you see him. He doesn't look real “ “Do you have a picture?” I moved closer and picked up her phone from where she placed it on the dining table. “Of course.” She snatched the phone from me and quickly brought his picture forward. And fuck, that was an Hunk of a man. Tall, lean, toned, dented torso, big, rippling biceps. Breastplates looking like roman armour. Curly, dark hair, falling around his oblong face, with sharp jaws, tine lips, hollowed cheeks, and sober eyes, the color of Azura.

She could say he has a great body. "Where were you?" Lelia managed to speak up. Duke removed the sweaty t-shirt and Lelia gasped in shock. She was right. He has a great body. Duke slumped on the sofa and let out a long, tired sigh. Lelia's eyes traveled over his bare body. She looked at the roped muscles of his shoulders and chest, the tucked waist, and flat abs. "Were you saying something?" Duke looked at Lelia and saw her looking at her body.

The first time Kodjo fired a kick above knee height, Duke grabbed his leg, jerked him off his feet, and slammed his head into the ground. Duke pinned him and tore one arm off as his face hardened into an expression of extreme pain. Kodjo’s hisses evolved into desperate squeals as Duke crushed his jugular, ripping his cervical esophagus out. Kodjo stilled as his fingers slightly twitched, blood stained the beige sand once again. “Took you long enough,” Raj taunted Duke, which was something that Blayne would do. Duke gave a sad smile and then looked at his son. Devin straightened his posture and returned a curt nod. Then all attention swung to the werelion king.

The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the recessed lighting, but the only light I saw was the violet pulse of his skin. He laid me down on the silk sheets, looming over me like a shadow that had finally found its home. He stripped away the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that was more than human—perfectly sculpted, scarred by a hundred battles, and glowing with the power of the Origin.

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.

Which is ninety-nine percent of the reason I hadn't been complaining about going every morning at 5 am. Dean is perfect; 6’2, shoulder-length dreads, milk chocolate skin, dark-cinnamon swirl eyes, a perfectly chiseled body that even the gods would be jealous of, and the most beautiful smile, framed by big pouty peach colored lips. Oh, did I mention the eight-pack of abs? Not six, freaking eight!! Mmm goddess, I could just eat him up. “Earth to Melia. Are you ready yet?” Kira said loudly with a sigh, pulling me out of my fantasy.

Just then, Suzaku suddenly took a step forward and grabbed him by the neck. She had a height of five foot six, she looked gorgeous in her black bodycon suit as well, as if she was the goddess desired by all incels. However, in the eyes of the male martial artist, she was as terrifying as the Grim Reaper at the moment. An extremely powerful force was actually hidden inside her slender body, she could lift the man up with one arm. “You deserve to die for insulting Tristan!” Suzaku’s cold voice rang in the male martial artist’s ears.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!