A Useless Villain Novels & Stories

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

"You really think this plan is flawless, don't you?" Celeste sneered. "So what if it isn't? No one's coming to save you." I pointed toward the man standing beside her, Vincent. "Don't you get it? You're being used. You think you're some kind of warrior fighting for love, but you're just a dog doing someone else's dirty work." Her face froze. "Who are you saying is using me?" "You know exactly who. Keep this up, and you'll regret it soon enough." Before she could answer, Vincent grabbed a rock and hurled it down at us. "Don't listen to him, Celeste! He's stalling for time, waiting for rescue. Bury him now!"

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

"Hahaha, you're too straightforward. Aren't you afraid of getting in trouble with Mr. King? He isn't easy to deal with!" “Do you know that the villain in the TV series usually blows himself up so that others would die along with him? Isn't Catherine’s little stunt the same? She's trying to take Renee down with her! What a bitch!"

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

"if you try to cause any problems then let me tell you, your little brother is under my custody and I will shot him dead in a moment you'll make mistake, so if you want him alive then cooperate" He put his hands in his pocket and let out his phone. In a second he played some video and held it in front of her face. In the video there was a little boy lying on the chair in unconscious state and some men were standing around him holding pistols. Her eyes filled with scare, she glanced at the beast standing in front of him. "I'll do as you say, I promise. Just let him go" she told him with a shivery, crying voice. "I'll release him today as you'll marry me" an evil smile spread on his face, laug

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

“She gave everything for you. And what did you do? You used her for your own benefit. You used her for publicity, for your image, like she was nothing but a prop.” He shook his head weakly, trying to speak, but the shadows around his throat silenced him. “You killed her child, Hyperion,” I spat, my rage bubbling to the surface. “You erased her memories, took away her life, and left her with nothing.” I saw the regret in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. “You’re not a hero,” I snarled. “You’re a villain. Just like the G.H.C. You pretend to fight for justice, but you’re all the same. All of you. You’re nothing but killers and liars.”

Liam roared… Tell me what…. This is how villains are made….