Novel & Cerita Villain Deku

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

Dukia asked I’m sorry, but there is not much time for that. We need to fly back to City E this night and we need to return to your grandfather with your answer.” James replied. Dukia thought about it. If she really wanted to get revenge for what her uncle did to her family and for the way the Young’s treated her, she would need power and influence. And what better way to avenge her parents death than to make sure her uncle does not get the CEO title he has schemed so hard for.

The other man in the chamber, the Duke, shifted. Victor’s eyes found him next. And froze. Tall. Cold. Perfect. Wrapped in black and silver military garb, broad-shouldered, gloved hands folded behind his back. Duke Aaron of Thornveil looked carved from moonlight, silver hair, high cheekbones, sharp eyes as pale as storm glass. He wasn’t just Victor’s type. He was the type. The one Victor only hired in fantasy. The one he’d never have the balls to approach. And right now, he was standing there… glaring down at him.

Nothing really is perfect but I love it and them all the same. “You realize,” Vladimyr muttered, glaring out the window as the trees passed by in blur, “..that our enemy this time is a duke who commands devil's knows who, makes artificial soldiers like homunculi, and would love nothing more than to dissect our insides, right? Especially Katie’s. No offense though.” “None taken.” The young vampress didn’t even blink. “He sounds like someone who needs a good dissection himself.” Victor leaned forward. “Oh! We should bring scalpels.”

They were then taking them down more devious paths, as some villains emerged, as Miraculous Woman's enemies and as some of Poison Ivy 's dark enemies emerged, here he was creating some of his own enemies. The only behavior, nothing out of the ordinary, only, they didn't know about some of his friendships, his name was Aka Akimitsu Fukuoka, a vampire and immortal, being one of the oldest men he knew in his life, when they were heading to a private island in Japan.

Mom pouted. “Sure ! You can come with us, mom,” Kai said. “Draven, fill in for me please and boys, I saw the marks on the dragons that you asked me to look out for,” Mom said as she served her mates more food. “And ?” Kai asked. “He is Alex’s former Beta. His name is Ansel,” Dad V said sadly. “Alex who ?” I asked. “Dad V’s dead twin. The villain of the Great War that we heard so much about, Ty,” Kai enlightened me.

Kaliyah's POV I raced alongside Kovu, pumping mana through my limbs as my paws pounded against the forest floor. The name *Darius* reverberated through my mind like a dark omen as memories of the last time I saw him in battle resurfaced. He was Asterion's Beta. A force of pure, unyielding brutality. Cold. Merciless. A powerful old werewolf who killed without hesitation or remorse.

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

I looked up, waiting for her to continue. "He's the famous Mr. Vance." I squinted at her in confusion, and she leaned in closer. "The dangerous man everyone fears. Last I checked, he practically owns half the city." At her words, my heart rate doubled once again. I had heard rumors of the infamous Vance name before, but I had never seen his face. And I slept with him? I gulped in quiet terror. "He's... that Mr. Vance?" I managed to say, clutching my hands tightly in my lap so she wouldn't see them trembling.

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE