A Useless Villain Novels & Stories

"Lily, you can't possibly be thinking of doing something so awful to your brother. You are just joking right." the girl tried to convince Lily against such a heinous crime. "Maybe." Lily said with a vicious smirk on her face. "Lily..." "Enough of your advices. Let's talk about our discovery. Do you know how rich we could be with this plant?" "But we don't know how dangerous it could be?" the girl protested. "It doesn't matter. We aren't the ones using it"

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

Ophelia laughed lightly, she said apologetically, “Zoran, I hope it’s not too much trouble for you?” “Of course not! Chairlady Lane, don’t worry. We have all sorts of medication to heal your disciples.” Zoran replied. Then his expression darkened. “So you’ve met The Ten Villains.” Ophelia asked curiously, “You know them?” Zoran nodded, “The Ten Villains were blood brothers. They’re infamous for their evildoings! They have hundreds of men beneath them, ruling over the Wicked Valley, causing havoc to the surrounding villages. To put it simply, they are a bunch of bandits.”

Alessandro’s dealth. Amara’s suffering. And I would walk away untouched. Because the best villains never dirty their hands. They just make sure everyone else does.

“You do not always have to be a bad person to win, and it is not difficult to choose happiness, Enzo. Never is it too late. You just have to—” “Silence!” he roared, getting to his feet. “You know nothing about my life or my family. I do not need anyone to believe in me to be great. You are totally wrong, and I feel nothing about their opinions. My father is rotting wherever he is, and whenever he comes out, I will make sure to end his life first!” I could tell he was only trying to sound tough, and listening carefully, I could almost feel a crack in his voice. Every villain has an arc. This was his, and he was just like Fae.

“Boss, there's no use of wasting stamina on them. They won't say anything, not now or ever. I have found that these assholes were trained in Iraq. They are tough to investigate. It will be better if you finish them now because I have got some resources that could reveal the location of Miss Volkov.” Valentine froze in middle hearing her name. He looked at Alberto with such a fire in his eyes that the poor man almost lost control over his bladder. “Fine.” The words were uttered with a familiar coldness and for a moment Victor thought he lost his best friend once again to the demons that ruined him. It reminded him of the day Valentine's mother died. He used the same tone that day as well. Rea

Just like the monster that killed without any emotions. My blood turned to ice. I wondered how stupid I was earlier to let him affect me. He was bad news. He was the clear definition that villains were not always ugly. Some came with the most charming face and alluring physique but that didn't make them less of a villain. “What does this mean for me?” My voice was barely audible. “Be loyal and consider your family protected. Double cross me and they're out.” “I don't want any bloodshed.” “It's simple. Act right and play your role well.”

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

Hate wasn't a strong enough word to describe what I saw. It was pure, unadulterated loathing. His expression was one of someone planning mass destruction, both malicious and ruthless, so lost in his own head that he wasn't seeing anything else. And that wasn't even the worst part, the worst part was that he looked like he would enjoy every second of the destruction he would bring upon others, cherish it. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand, wanting nothing more than to wipe that expression off his face, hoping my direct touch would calm him down just like it did to me.