Villainous Poster Novels & Stories

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

Gosh, I'm so smooth. "Princess Belladonna, you have good eyes," Count Villiers said with a proud smile on his face, then he turned to his wife with sparkling eyes. Ah, it was obvious that he was so in love with the countess. "Lilian is indeed lovely." The glow in Countess Villiers's face made her look more beautiful. In fact, if they were in a webcomic, I could imagine the frame of Count and Countess Villiers filled with hearts and roses.

Let's just hope that Shinigami doesn't beat up V7 for disturbing his fight. I groaned as I drag my hands over my face, pulling it slightly and making a weird face, in an attempt to pull the worry out of myself. " Let's just hope there isn't a riot after what V7 has done." V4.1 glumly says as he stares at the poster's background which showed a huge roaring crowd. "V7 against a stadium of people who would you bet on?"

What a prophecy filled with goodness. However, immortals believe that in addition to these virtues, there are bad characters such as an angry, argumentative, ambitious and heartless person. Then, here's where things will get bad. These bad traits will increase in level of vices when combined with the red moon and holy blood. All melted into one. That's why INDICENT originally wanted to kill Barbara as soon as she was saved from the clutches of the devil. However, Mr. Adinata's cunning led Rokan Allegro to believe that Bara would not be a threat if she remained under their care.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something was making me absolutely livid. Turning the corner, I caught a glimpse of Jade meticulously smoothing out a pink poster against the brick wall. My blood boiled to an even greater degree. ____________

My face still screams helpless, naive schoolgirl—a laughable, highly deceptive shell for the cold-blooded heir of a top-tier Assassin Family. Suddenly, a loud buzzing noise shatters the silence. A massive holographic billboard, miraculously untouched by the Zerg attack, flickers back to life above the intersection. A new advertisement pops up on the screen. No, not an ad. A Bounty Poster. It displays the face of the werewolf who jumped over my head earlier. He is handsome, in a wild, untamed, deeply dangerous sort of way. His chaotic red eyes glare out from the digital projection. But I am not looking at his handsome face. My eyes are entirely glued to the glowing yellow numbers beneath his

I replied eagerly. "Oh, and one more thing, Vans, have you ever seen this?" The guild master handed me an old poster from his drawer. It was a missing person poster with a massive reward for finding the person, dead or alive. The reward was ten million crypto coins—a truly fantastic reward. I knew who was in the poster, but it was better not to discuss it. "No, guild master, I've never seen it. But that's a huge reward, isn't it? Especially considering it's the same whether the person is alive or dead," I commented.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

He pulled down her gown and her gorgeous breasts came into view. His hands held her breasts and caressed her nipples till they were erect in his hands. Ava moaned at Ryder's touch. Ryder's hands wandered down, his hand touched something rough, Ryder looked down to see that Ava's skin had been branded. It was the mark of an outcast. It was only given to werewolves who had committed heinous crimes, Ava's offense didn't warrant such a punishment. Ava watched as Ryder looked at the brand. "Who did this to you?" he asked her.