You've Got The Wrong House Villain 소설 & 이야기

"SOMEONE BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE!" 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”

Author P.O.V “Motherfucking dog is what he is , damn it” she chugged her drink down . Her eyes were unfocused when she pointed her unsteady hand at her two best friends who were watching the show unfold . “ All men are the same . HEARTLESS CHEATING BASTARDS . Do you hear me? Heartless cheating bastards ” Casey screamed at the men sitting on a nearby table. “Yes, that's what you all are . Cheaters . Bloodsucking vampires, you use women like chewing gum and spit them out after you use them”. She placed her glass with a loud bang , almost falling off the table. She joined her hands while looking up at the ceiling, blinking.

Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees. "Katie, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Amanda never loved me! The moment I got fired and lost my income, she changed the locks and wouldn’t even let me see Gabriel! "She said the house is in her name, and she told me to get out of her life… I was fooled, Katie! "I don’t even have a place to stay now. My parents fell ill from the stress… Please, help me. Please." Watching him cry like this, full of regret, I felt nothing but disgust. So now that he was broke and kicked out by his mistress, he finally remembered me, his personal ATM.

"You and I both know that the value of this house has nothing to do with how old it is." "How did you do it?" Elizabeth took a step toward the porch. "An elemental, a succubus, and a witch. Any of those things would present a challenge, but somehow you surpassed them." "And I will continue to do so." Mike waved his hand at the house. "They aren't just monsters. They're my family. How many times have your people tried to bust in here? How many times have you failed? No matter what you send at me, I will never part with this place. No matter who you send, we will stop them," he said evenly, hoping she couldn't hear the nerves in his voice..

He’s the villain! She laughed hysterically, at her stupidity. She wanted to avoid Duke Raziel, came for Dillon to ask him to kill Duke Raziel, but turns out, they are the same person! How could she miss this fact! The hometown of Glenarm is part of the villain’s territory! What had she done? Now that the damage is here, she won't have a choice. Dillon was frozen in front of him. Wearing another mask, he turned to face her. “Congratulations, you found it out. ”

“Again, that sorry excuse of a human is not my father. And, you had a deal with Bruce. Why do I have to pay for his sins? Isn’t that a little… I don’t know… medieval?” “Then perhaps,” he said smoothly, “we make a deal of our own, Miss Marlowe.” He sounds completely unbothered. Like this entire conversation was already over in his head. Well, think again, Thanos. “I’m not making any deals with you. I don’t know you. I don’t like you, and honestly this whole kidnapping thing is a terrible first impression. So no. Hard pass you psychopath!” A faint smile touched his lips. “Psychopath is dramatic.”

He shoved me toward a hidden side door that led to a back alley. “Ma’am, the car can't get through! Go this way, now!” He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and shoved it into my hand. “Get to the street, hail a cab, and go to the safe house! Go! We’ll hold them off!” I froze. The wife of Don Moretti. Reduced to hailing a goddamn cab in the middle of a war he started for his whore. What a fucking joke. “Ma’am!” Marco yelled when he saw I wasn't moving. “Go!”

He padded after me. Adrian, of course, found the entire ordeal hilarious. “He’s never done this before,” he mused, lounging on the opposite couch with his laptop. “Great,” I muttered. “So I’m cursed.” “Chosen,” he corrected. I rolled my eyes. “You sound like a cult leader.” He smirked. “Maybe Zeus knows something you don’t.” My stomach twisted. I didn’t like the way that sounded. By afternoon, I was ready to barricade myself in my room just to escape the constant dog presence. Zeus followed anyway, sitting faithfully outside the door like a sentry.

I walked gently downwards , my hands held onto the trigger of my gun ready to shoot if confronted by the enemy. As I walked closer the house became more visible. The house was made with wood and the roof made of Albestos. It looked like the shack of the serial killers in the horror movie ; WRONG TURN. I saw Zarvier's black SUV truck parked outside the shack, this confirmed my suspicion, yes, this is it.