Novel & Cerita Villains Apprentice

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Men shouting. The villain standing in the doorway of reality itself, holding something glowing in his hand. Something pulsing. Something alive. Maeve’s stomach dropped. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. The villain smiled slowly. “It wasn’t.” He lifted the object higher. A shard. But not gold. Not black. Crimson. Cade stiffened beside her. “That’s the core,” he said quietly. The villain’s grin widened. “And if I break it…” The void trembled violently.

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.

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

“To help people. This a training school for heroes. We seek to provide this land with the heroes required to fight against the influx of monsters. You can turn your abilities to the betterment of others here, Aien. You can learn to be a hero, and not a villain.” “A villain,” Aien repeated. “But isn’t that what I am? The son of a villain destined to follow in my father’s footsteps?” “It doesn’t need to be that way. Think about it,” Akyran turned and raised his eyebrows as he saw me through the doorway. “Daethie?”

He had no idea Zephyr was not the useless b*stard he had thought he was. “Where is he?” the Chimera-wearing apprentice asked frantically turning his head. He had an exaggerated expression on his face. His energies were also boiling around him. Whenever he was about to reach his target, he suddenly disappeared. It was an incredibly strange and daunting feeling. He looked out of the arena, only to find his fellow Horizon apprentices staring on in disbelief, with traces of worry in their eyes.

"But the Zergs attacked the transport. Now I'm stuck here, waiting for the students from the Academy to rescue us." Mythos Academy...Why does that sound so familiar? "And you?" he asks. "What are you doing here?" "Tourism," I lie smoothly. "By the way, what's your name?" "Arlo Napki." Arlo. The name hits me like a bullet. My memory clicks. Just yesterday, my rival mocked me with a trashy novel. It's a dark fantasy smut story where logic doesn't exist. I am the vicious Villainess destined to be humiliated and killed. Arlo, the pathetic male villain who awakens the power of Narcissus—cursed with useless beauty and zero combat power.