Novel & Cerita Villainous Black

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.

She was always the useful pawn I manipulated from the shadows. And now the whole game was teetering on the edge of collapse. I can’t get caught, especially not now. Dominic Blackwood. The very name made my jaw tighten. The man was dangerous. Ruthless. Respected by the entire valley and its Alphas—not just because of his strength, but because of his damned sense of honor and loyalty. He would come for his mate. He would not stop. I had seen it in his eyes during the last council meeting, when he barely contained his fury.

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

The man stopped with a stifled expression. “Our goal is to destroy anything abnormal, and one of the abnormal things in our world is the Ilgara hybrid.” "You are the group that opposes it." Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person.

No matter how hard I tried to remind myself that he was a stranger, that we hadn’t even spoken and this was all in my head, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling like I already knew everything about him. He didn’t look like one of those normal overly promiscuous book cover Alphas I’d seen countless times. The sleek, conventionally attractive, muscled male types, like what Liam had been. Somehow, he seemed infinitely more attractive to me. More... unique. More human. His black hair was longer, a curl to the strands that fought against his attempts at combing it back. His face, though still with a defined jawline, had a more rounded shape with full lips. And then there were those sharp eyes. Tha

And Bridgette Brown's ill-will relationship with the victim. And that black bird figurine... Was it just a coincidence? *************** "You dumbass, what have you done?..." "But it doesn't mean I want her dead!..." "W-What do you mean?..."

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!

The sound of bones crunching met my ears and within seconds, Alpha Evan had shifted into a large black wolf with blazing green eyes. I gasped a little, stumbling a few steps back as I took in his humongous wolf. I'd seen a lot of werewolves, including our Alpha Adrian, but no one had even come close to the sheer monstrosity that was Alpha Evan's wolf. I stumbled another few steps back as the larger than life wolf tried to nudge me with it's snout. I knew it was Alpha Evan and I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but the sheer size of the wolf was scary enough for me to make me hesitant about going close. If he wanted to, he could fit my entire head within its snout.