Novel & Cerita Villain The Play Of Destiny

"Let's see what we're doing for today." I clicked a folder on my computer. Employment process and staff checks. The main goal is to fish out Thor's pawns and eliminate them. But how will I know when he always makes sure to avoid suspicion? I twirled on my chair as if it'll make my thought process faster, it did. I stopped and opened a new page on the computer, typed in childhood. Thor doesn't recruit loyal people, he recruits people he has something against. People with something to lose, people like me.

Tyramon said and left the room. "Did she just threaten me?" I asked, my mouth wide open. "I don't know, she talked into your ears," Zella replied, shrugging her shoulders. I will deal with her later but for now I have to focus on saving Aethelfrith. How could I be so dull to forget Aethelfrith wasn't a full blooded vampire but a Dhampir and that's the reason I was Betrothed to him to make him stronger. "What have I done? Instead of making Aethelfrith stronger, I have sent him to a place to get killed," I said, tears rolling down my face as I couldn't control it anymore.

Of course, he didn't want me. I mumbled to myself as I crouched on the floor, the slickness down my inner thigh cooling in the fresh air. You foolish girl! You still fantasize about him. You hopeless idiot! I cursed my stupidity for believing that Nathan might want me. How could he ever want me? He loathed me. He resented me for shaming his beloved little bird. I had been the villain in their love story, always ready to prosecute the poor heroine. Or at least, that's what he believed. That's what they all believed.

I crawled back in fear and lost my balance. I tried to grab something but it was too late, I fell off the cliff. I thought may be it's the end of misery and closed my eyes to embrace death but no, destiny has different plans for me. And my destiny is the man with red eyes and sharp fangs.

Honestly, when I read that sort of background story, I wouldn't have thought of villainess, but rather some sort of unfortunate female lead… but that’s not what’s important right now! Growing up without parental love, Bella ended up twisted and committed herself to all sorts of shady actions. She wanted to take revenge on her father who abandoned her and her mother. But of course she was defeated by the main character and the heroine. The crown prince, Alistair Calder Astaseul was her half brother and the hero of the story. In the end, Belladonna was ruined and sentenced to death for her crime by the age of twenty. "Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." Those

“You’ve been using this body for too long,his soul’s thread is dissolving.” I tilted my head. “It doesn’t matter. I only need him alive long enough for the story to end my way.” Her gaze flicked up at me,half amusement, half admiration. “Ever the strategist. One might almost mistake you for the villain of your own legend.” I smiled faintly, stepping closer to the slab. “Villains don’t crave what’s pure,” I said. “They destroy it. I intend to keep mine.” Kaela’s grin widened. “Ah, obsession,the language of kings and monsters.”

The priestess didn’t need to say a word. He took a drink, then stood, his eyes glistening with what might have once been grief. “She’ll die with purpose,” he said to the empty room. “Unlike the rest of them.” Back in the cellar, Adrianna sat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest. “Do you believe in fate?” she asked. Alessandro settled beside her. “Not until I met you.” “And now?” He pondered for a long moment. “Now I think we’re being pushed into a story that someone else has written.”

Desperation clawed at Damien’s throat, a useless plea for mercy trembling on his lips, as he now found himself bargaining with death's shadow, pleading for a sliver of life he seemed no longer entitled to. Yadiel raised his silver blade, its edge glinting with a deadly promise in the dim light. With every muscle tensed for the kill, he prepared to deliver a series of devastating strikes to Damien. In the ruthless gaze of a villain, the bonds of blood were rendered meaningless—a mere whisper of kinship drowned out by the clamor for power.

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

And he would only get stronger. Destiny is a funny thing. All his life Village Head Fan tried to keep his son away from the battlefield. All his life he kept the boy cooped up, preferring to leave him in the dark about the affairs of the village and the trials that were definitely going to come. Yet today he had let the boy go. He had returned Durandal to its owner. His son now stood here, on what was possibly the biggest stage either of them had ever been on, full of power and pride.