Villains Pj Masks Mga Nobela at Kwento

I mean, my father still looks like in his twenties despite being in his mid thirties. But who's this man? I was pretty sure that I'd never seen this person before. I would've remembered if I had. Strangely there's something familiar about him. His stature, his facial structure, his thin lips. Alistair! His face looked like an older version of Alistair, but with black hair and blue eyes. No wonder he looks familiar. Maybe he's a distant relative? "Dimitri Henris Viglianco greeted the star of the Helios Empire, the first princess," he gave me his greeting.

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.

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

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.

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.

“Duh, he won’t. As long as we don’t get further orders from Marcellus we’re not supposed to take any action. So, right now be patient.” I wish I had come a little sooner to know about their plan but at least I can warn Zack. THIS IS WHY I HATE MAFIA!!! I swallow hard and as I sigh, the door opens in an instant making me flinch. A tall bald guy, wearing a suit stares at me in disbelief. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I manage a fake smile. “I…,” I breathe. “I’m sorry, I’m just… searching for my ring,” I swallow as I walk away quickly.

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

Is she pulling another massive stunt just to get my attention? That was the only logical conclusion the businessman could reach. He refused to believe that a cunning villainess like Kajarin would just quietly walk away. Nor did he believe for a second that her toxic little snake squad would keep their mouths shut if they actually knew she was pregnant. Pregnant? Is she really pregnant? Parawee’s mind raced. He seriously doubted the legitimacy of this pregnancy. She could easily be fabricating the whole thing. Even if she produced concrete medical evidence, he wouldn't put it past a woman like her to forge or bribe her way into getting whatever fake proof she needed.

I paused for a moment before answering. She was a bit far from where I was standing, but I could still see her clearly. However, what truly caught my attention was the man sitting next to her. I didn’t know why, but the moment I saw him, an uneasy feeling crept in. He wore a black hoodie, and his face was completely hidden behind a full-face white Joker smiley mask. Wearing masks wasn’t prohibited at the event, so I didn’t make a fuss about it. In fact, I was slightly amused. It looked exactly like the mask I had imagined for one of the villains in my earlier novel.