Bnha X Villain Reader 소설 & 이야기

At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism. The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression. “What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room. “Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?” “I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-” “I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.

Alpha Evan's voice from behind startled me, and I jumped in my seat a little, the book dropping to my lap. "I do," I answered, nodding as I stood up and placed the book back on the table with the bookmark in place. "I love reading classics. Oh, and this is a first edition! How did you get your hands on..." Words died down in my throat as I turned around to look at him, freshly showered and in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He looked hot with beads of water still sticking to his skin, making it glisten.

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.

He walked around the desk, his presence filling the room until it felt like the walls were closing in. He stopped inches from me. I looked him eye to eye. As a big woman who was 5’11, I too, was an imposing figure myself. It was a family trait. "Is she hurt?" he asked. "Bruises on her shoulder. A few scratches on her neck from where he pulled her hair.“ I poked a finger into his chest, hard. "If a man touches what belongs to a Valak, what happens, Bane?" Bane’s face was a mask of cold, unadulterated fury. The veins in his neck were corded, and his eyes were so dark they looked like pits of charcoal.