Villainous Novelas e Histórias

Ophelia laughed lightly, she said apologetically, “Zoran, I hope it’s not too much trouble for you?” “Of course not! Chairlady Lane, don’t worry. We have all sorts of medication to heal your disciples.” Zoran replied. Then his expression darkened. “So you’ve met The Ten Villains.” Ophelia asked curiously, “You know them?” Zoran nodded, “The Ten Villains were blood brothers. They’re infamous for their evildoings! They have hundreds of men beneath them, ruling over the Wicked Valley, causing havoc to the surrounding villages. To put it simply, they are a bunch of bandits.”

I suspected that Villain X had helped him in the past, just like she helped me, and he was doing all of this to pay her back. He was just a pawn, moved by the Villain X. A doll controlled by the puppet master. Yet I could see why he was in his position right now. Frankly, Blake wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, he was easily triggered by anger and pride. The dude was like a walking jerrycan of gasoline, ready to explode with even the tiniest spark of fire.

Maria was passionately in love with Yusuf, but he did not care for her. He was deeply in love with her sister, Lisa, and that love was mutual. Maria, however, had no intention of ever giving up on him. With a cunning plan, she trapped Yusuf; during a gathering hosted at their home, she made sure Yusuf got drunk and took advantage of his intoxication to sleep with him. Following that night, Maria became pregnant. Even though Yusuf was forced to marry Maria, he never gave up on the Lisa he loved. After Maria gave birth, Lisa fled with the child. Losing both her baby and the man she loved, Maria could not bear the agony and committed suicide. Thus, the lovers were reunited, the wicked woman

His eyes roamed the page, smirk deepening, his fingers moving down to circle his covered wide tip. "Goddamn, Miss Voss." Voice low, and aroused. "All those your prim persona was all a façade. You're here with your thighs split open, your cunt hanging on for dear life by this massive dildo. Reading about a hoe being bred in a back alleyway by thugs." My neck heated. I reached out to yank the book from his hands. "Give....me that. Both of you get the hell out." I screamed. The movement just made the dildo push more into my cervix, cunt loudly releasing fresh juices.

Now she wanted that guy even if he wasn't a unique thing but he had done many mistakes and so now she wanted to see his happy life crumbling down. The other guy wasn't bad too or that was what he thought but he wanted that particular male to cry and feel the pain that he had felt in his childhood. He couldn't forget the promise that he did and he would do anything to get that done. The most dangerous villain was the one who knew his opponent's weaknesses and was always focused on getting to his opponent's weaknesses. Sadly, they both knew the weakness of their enemy. They weren't two small enemies but rather choose to be one big evildoer.

There was something familiar, he had a distinctive tattoo—a coiled serpent, it's fange bared. " The Volkovs." She whispered under her breath. "She's working with them." Cinthye drew a shaky breath. She had seen that marks before, those were in the files she looked into. They were the rival syndicates. Damien's enemies! It was the clan of Volkov, the most ruthless and bloodthirsty mafia clan in the city. The only one strong enough to go against him. The Voss's sworn enemies. "She's not just working with them." Damien declared. "She's plotting with them. To disarm me, to seize control of your family's remaining assets and to ensure that you." Damien stared at her. "My wife will be left with no

{Why. “Because I have questions, Roundy. Questions that only the hive mind of bored insomniacs can answer.” {I am literally a super-intelligence bonded to your soul.} “And yet you didn’t come with a search bar.” I angled the camera, snapped a quick mirror selfie (violet eyes, bed hair, silk nightgown slipping off one shoulder), and hit post: New account – need villainess advice ASAP. Transmigrated into a bitchy noble lady who’s supposed to be hated by everyone. Tips to speedrun public enemy #1 without smiling? Serious answers only.

Sebastian questioned, his brow furrowed. "She might," Aiden acknowledged, taking a sip from his water bottle. "You are aware, and you still risk it all," Sebastian said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Hmm," Aiden simply hummed, drinking down the bottle of water. "Do you realize how much of a good person you are? Everybody in the business world calls you a villain, a title you've embedded into your own soul, but you are far from a villain. More like an antihero," Sebastian observed, his admiration evident in his tone.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

"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!]