Villainous Demencia Fanart Novels & Stories

Abdul-Dayyan Mohammad who had never worked under any company before all of a sudden has started working with Aaima pharmaceuticals, it wasn't surprising that it became news. Aliyu Umar hated Abdul-Dayyan for a lot of reasons, but the most prominent being he was Munawarrah's husband and the fact that the man was treated like a golden hawk and given sackfuls of respect. He was just a scientist, but Aliyu deep in him knew he wasn't just a scientist, he was a genius. His brilliancy wasn't exaggerated, Aliyu had been at his lab once and saw the cure he was working on. "Using avertin as a mice anaesthesia has proven to have serious side effects and I can't go through with it."

I confirm. Co-Commander Xu nods, "Miss Yuan, you're thinking what I am thinking, right?" Did he just call me by my name? I shake off the emotional thoughts and nod, "Yes, Sir Xu. If I am not mistaken, the villagers are importing water that has been contaminated." Co-Commander Xu expresses his disappointment: "The villagers export their crops in expense for water that has come to harm them. The sellers must have figured this, but still continued to exchange this water supply. This must have been a powerful person's work of art."

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

I understood, dimly, somewhere below the planning and the patience and the careful strategic thinking, that it was not enough and had not been enough for a long time and that what I was carrying was no longer something that could be satisfied by coincidences and proximity and the slight unconscious relaxation of his shoulders from twelve meters away. I did not look at that understanding directly. I kept working. The third week of the selection. Twelve days to the Grand Ceremony. The senior selection candidates had settled into something that resembled a social hierarchy within the pavilion — I had pieced this together from the corridor gossip that circulated through the servant network with

What he saw only deepened his fury. Then, he stumbled upon the most recent video—one where he was wearing the exact outfit he had on today. It was a screen recording of Bellie's I*******m story. A melancholic song played in the background while he stood working in the distance. The comments on this particular clip were far more unhinged and delusional than any he had seen before. Tham's jaw clenched tight with mounting rage. The narratives these people were weaving in the comments were entirely fabricated.

Name: Andrea Ward: Ward 9 Section 1 Emblem: Emotions. Weakness: Cupcakes. I raised a brow. “Cupcakes? Really?” “I got Mosquitoes.” A red-haired girl next to me said. “I hate those blood-sucking demons either way. I guess it’s a win.” “I wish I got that,” I mumbled. She looked at me, her expression apologetic. She had beautiful Asian features that were prominent. “I’m Lix Won.” She smiled. “Ward three, Section one.” “Rain.” I nodded in acknowledgment. “Ward nine.”

An influx of information regarding the owner of the body rapidly flowed into his brain. Apparently, the body owner was his counterpart in a universe where you are categorized into three groups: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Wei Lin Feng was an omega who will go to any length to keep the spotlight on himself. Lin Feng was famously known as a villainous omega who tried to kill his half-brother not once but a dozen times due to jealousy. He failed because someone was always interfering with his plans. Unfortunately, the last time he tried to kill his half-brother, he was beaten by his father and abandoned by everyone he knew. For a spoiled little omega. Living his life alone, thrown away, is worse th

“Gimme a break! We’ve been doing this for hours already!” “6 hours? that’s not too long.” “Shut up, demon.” His chuckle soothed me more than the sound of the winds. He extended his hand with a smile. His face is sweaty but flowers still bloomed behind him as I look. He may be a demon but his appearance is very pleasing to the eye. In the past, I thought only the main characters have dazzling appearances but everyone in this world are so beautifu. Eunice, Joewella, Jerome, Ben, Christoph, Evander, Mr. Spy, and even the royalties like the jerk-prince Victoria dated and her family are very……… alluring. I hate to admit it but my face as Blaire cannot even compare to the beauty of their commoner

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’