Villainous Demencia Fanart Novels & Stories

She floated above it, a spectral version of herself, staring down with a mix of disdain and bitterness. Her lips curled "What a fool," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger. "What a pathetic fool I was." Her gaze lingered on her body's frailty -the way her arms hung limp, her once-vibrant face now pale and lifeless. The sight filled her not with pity, but with contempt. "Look at you," she spat, her voice filled with venom. "So weak. So powerless. You couldn't even fight back. You let them fucking break you. You let them kill you, Carmen."

"You’re using my memories to attack me. If you aren't her, how could you paint things only Camila and I knew?" Sheina lifted her champagne glass, staring at Damian with a perfect, vacant gaze. "Mr. Xavier, millions of people in this world lose something in the winter. Millions of people have childhood dolls. Are you so desperate for forgiveness that you’re trying to claim my artwork as a piece of your past?" Sheina stepped closer, the same jasmine scent poisoning Damian’s senses again. "Stop searching for ghosts, Damian. It only makes you look pathetic in front of everyone." Sheina turned and walked away, leaving Damian standing frozen. On one hand, the DNA said she was a stranger. On the ot

“Okay then... Hopefully, the red orpiment can really work...” “Have you actually obtained the red orpiment or not?” “Already... During the D-day, I’ll give it to you, Wenny...” “Marvelous... When everybody has known that Mr. Virando is actually a demon, a monster, all of them will separate this shit Sumico from her beloved handsome Mr. Virando. Hahaha... She won’t live in her happiness and exhilaration with her beloved handsome Mr. Virando...” “You’re really a vicious, heartless and inhumane sister, Wenny Kammal...”

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

“He’s delusional. The north isn’t some chessboard for him to play on.” I stay silent, my eyes narrowing as I listen to Marcellus go on. He starts to pace the room now. “We’ll need allies,” he says, stopping at the head of the table. “The other mafia leaders will want in on this, but we’ll make sure they know who’s in charge. The alliance isn’t about power sharing; it’s about domination.” “Domination?” I mutter, a small smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth. “He thinks he’s got the game figured out.”

The world setting is a historical fiction romance world that only deal with the Zelda kingdom and some little villages which were likely mention once or twice. [ World plot changes in the villainess character] Annabel ( the villainess mother and force mistress of General Adam) committed suicide few months after giving birth to the villainess, who was placed as maid of the female lead. Growing up from a toddler to a young girl, the villainess never knew the origin of her birth and had always know as a born slave for the General daughter. She was mistreated and abuse on physically by the female lead mother ( lady Becky) who couldn't stand sight of her.

"Am I the only one who sees how stupid she's being? Please, tell her not to go along with this hair brained scheme of his, Miss Lillian. We know next to nothing about the guy and what we do know isn't very promising. We can not just send her away with a guy like that." I took a seat at the edge of Miss Lillian's bed, letting out a sigh. Her room was the place the three of us usually met at whenever we were free to chat and catch up. Though, today the atmosphere in the room was anything but happy. After having danced most of the night last night and then working around the house for most of the day, I was too tired to have any sort of an argument, let alone one that seemed nearly impossible t

As I got closer, the contents of the tanks became clear. They were wolves. Werewolves. In the first tank, a malformed creature with oversized claws and no skin floated in green liquid. In the next, a perfect human child with wolf ears, dead. In the third... I stopped. The face in the third tank was familiar. It was younger, softer, but unmistakable. It was Valerius. Or rather, a Valerius. "Subject V-748," Ben Carter read the plaque aloud, his voice devoid of emotion, purely analytical. "Defect: Aggression centers unstable. IQ below threshold. Disposition: Incinerated."

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

{Why am I always the bad guy when we have an argument? Lui Jian looked around the tent that he was in, seeing all the luxurious things inside. He immediately knew that he was inside the emperor's tent. He really hoped that the emperor was not obsessed with the original soul because that could be a big problem when he found his foolish lover, that man really was helpless, he seems to become stupid to the point of being cannon fodder for the Male lead. He sat up and picked up the disgusting substance to look at it more and try to find out what horrible things were added into it to make this horrible mixture.