Novel & Cerita Villain Harem

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

Hayden, Raymon, and Sarah, and now added a mad alchemist. In this position, it is not impossible if I am written as the villainess who destroys a kingdom, in order to increase the popularity of the main characters. As if I was an obstacle that they need to face together for a happy ending. Wasn't that my role in this world from the start? What if those three bastards got a boost as the main character in this world to beat me? Whereas my defeat meant the death of many people. At that moment, the faces of many people who supported me were milling about in my mind.

Pulling Koishi closer than before, leaning down over the nape of his neck, feeling his nose brushing against his shirt. "We have to get you back to the room before anyone notices this Master" pulling back and turning around taking Koishi wrist into his hand while others holding the teddy he snatched from the Villain. "Well, well, someone seems to be mad?" "I apologize for that, but master is not feeling well." Damian paused, gulping in response. The Villain just takes his step back, turning his gaze towards Koishi who's cheeks are turning red. Walking away, Koishi turn his head one last time, looking at the villain who was staring back at him. Right then, hearing a beep right above his head,

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

She was sweating profusely in the video as she begged her husband, tears running down her face like a dam. "Please William, I beg you, we didn't had any fight, while the gun?" She trembled slightly, as she hugged the couch near her, begging her husband. "Oh, Dear, I have to compensate someone with your blood" Her husband laughed hysterically. Her blood? Compensate? Her head banged archly, as she gazed at her husband with fear, "Who wants my blood?" "Look, it is the under world don that wants your blood, he is thirty to drink your blood, so I have to give him yours" He explained, his eyes turning darker.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

We've heard the stories just like we now hear the stories about the ruthlessness of his son, Nicholus Dicaprio. I turned my attention back to Damon as he spoke again, “He fought many wars and whenever he won any, he would capture the surviving women of the enemy and bring them to the North as his winning trophies. He had built the whole fucking harem in the castle. For a short period of time, he would lay his claim on one woman, announcing her as his mistress while tossing the others around for his friends to play with. But when he got bored with her, he would move to another woman,” Damon spat out in disgust.

their heads snap towards me, and I see them literally cower in my presence. Ten of them, all women, and by the look of the bite marks on their necks, all claimed by Daniil Volkov - since he’s a Volkov by marriage, he is able to claim multiple women, it seems. I wonder if the redhead was claimed as well. “Sierra was the leader of this disgusting harem,” Thorn growls, Andreas’ anger showing more in his beast than anything else. But I am quite surprised that he’s able to hold back, considering they all had a part to play in this.

But for one full half-second, my consort's face is the face of a man who has just been told a thing his coordinator did not tell him, a thing his architect did not warn him about, a thing his ancient cousin in her blue veil has been keeping from him because she did not trust him with it. "Sweetheart. Your mother is in Paria." "My mother gave me a list, Liam. There are nine names on it. Yours is not the worst of them." He recovers his smile. But the recovery is half a beat too slow, and we both know I saw the flicker, and we both know that whatever I am about to say next is the last sentence I will be allowed to speak in his presence. He does not let me finish it. He turns me — gently, the wa