Novel & Cerita Villain Deku Full Body

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.

Would I be able to live sanely after seeing this? I placed my hand on the rough wall and continued walking, ignoring every sensation that I was receiving from stepping on the dead. I didn't want to know what I was stepping on. My brain still came up with answers. I wanted to be numb. "It wasn't real," I told myself, "It was fictional." "What isn't real?" His voice was sepulchrally deep and resonant, carrying an underlying grim tone. "Is it you or me?" My eyes snapped open. The man before me was none other than Dante Scheledrus Wyrm, the future villainous emperor, himself. The sword that he used to kill me last time was hanging on his waist. He was watching me with his same emotionless dark e

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!

Red groans, his mouth ajar, forcing my eyes to fly open and look at his face. He's enticed, totally beguiled by the depth of our intimacy, our bodies molding with perfection. I hug his wider back tightly, kissing his neck, sucking and biting it, my nails deeply into his skin. Hungry creature I've become, and my bodyguard seems to fancy every bit of my perverseness. Red keeps pounding on me, deeper each time, slowly, then fast, again and again, his lips delicious on mine. Oh God! I moan nonstop, rocking my waist, devouring this feel of long anticipation coming to reality. He doesn't stop.

You said you didn’t want to be this person anymore,” Beta Demuel called, running ahead to block his path. “Demuel, move aside.” "This rage only seeks to destroy you" "Then let it!" Vikron snapped, “You don’t have to do this. Whatever they said, whatever they want. . .” “They want her." Vikron snarled, "They want my Camille!" his voice cracked like thunder. His body shuddered, bones snapping as his wolf tore through him, His wolf took over. His body shifted fully, the rage in his eyes blazing blood-red.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his villa, Zac’s silhouette was cast in stark contrast to the light outside. The sunlight poured in, creating a faint pearly shimmer that played across his sharp features and framed his reflection in shades of black and silver. His figure, partly shadowed, appeared distant and enigmatic—his back broad and straight, the curve of his waist lean and defined. There wasn’t an ounce of excess on him; his body was sculpted, all strength and precision, flowing into a compact waist and balanced stance.