Villainous Demencia Fanart Novels & Stories

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

I clicked the chat, and a message popped up on the screen. It simply said, “Happy Birthday.” No other words. As if he was going to discuss business with me. He sent it this morning, and I hadn’t replied. I took a deep breath as I shifted my gaze to his avatar. I clicked on it, and his profile picture quickly filled the screen. It was a cartoon picture of a beautiful little bird. This cute avatar didn’t match his serious demeanor, puzzling many. But I knew why he had chosen it. This image was drawn by our old friend, Annika Summers, the woman Nathan had loved with all his heart.

After all, ten million was useless if he fell ill! Author has something to say: Davi: I'm a hardworking OMEGA! Liam: My baby works hard all night~~ chuuu

The last two people to present their gifts were her oldest grandchildren, Rachel and James. James went first, “Grandma, here a Buddha statue made of gold and diamond-dust infused platinum. It is the most expensive platinum statue in the world. It helps improve one’s energy. I bought it at five million using my savings.” He was trying to sell the statue even if he knew it was a fake. He did not want to disappoint Grandma if she discovered the truth.

She was way below his status, but King Kaige was madly in love with her -- or so, the story went. Dante had witnessed it many times in many versions of the story in the book. After the awareness had found him, his memories also returned to him. He remembered how many times he had killed Savina or Kaige Jin. There were times when Aloisia killed Kaige and then, there were also times when Aloisia killed him. Aloisia was the villain of this novel and she was as fictional as she could be. It was the same for Viessa.

I turn away from the mirror, crossing my arms tightly over my chest as I pace back toward the center of the room, my tone darkening with every word. "The moment that diary was dragged out into the light, Clara’s name became synonymous with filth in the mouth of every Harvest Moon pack member.” “They called her a shameless, wicked woman. A villainess without a shred of pack duty or sisterly affection. To them, she was a pathetic, scheming shadow who couldn't bear her sister's happiness.” A woman who spent her youth trying to steal her sister’s husband, and when that failed, ended up stealing her sister’s newborn child instead.

*‘I’m not embarrassed by anything. “Are you sure?” she asked. “What about that guy... Elliot? I saw what you wanted to do with him, how guilty it made you feel considering your sad little feelings for Alistair. Not that you want to admit it. No, you find him infuriating... yet you can’t stop thinking about him. What was it you referred to him as? A ‘work of art’?” *‘Leave it.’* “Buuut... You couldn’t get what you wanted from Alistair, and so you fantasised about all the dirty things Elliot could do to you... how his hands would feel as they roamed your body. The feeling as he pressed—”

Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors. I moved towards the caller by the wall. I pressed a button. "Bring a bucket of water" My new phone pinged with a notification. Must be the information I asked for. I brought out my phone, his voice fading into the background. The therapist's information displayed on the screen. I tapped on it. * NAME : Aurora Hayes *AGE: 23 years I paused. Twenty three? Wasn't she too young to be a therapist. I frowned but continued reading. * EDUCATION: None.