A Useless Villain Novels & Stories

I'd hate to get them dirty. I ran my fingers along the tools: a rusted hammer, an electric shocker—I remember using this on a particular person, which was definitely a sight to behold—a crown made with metal surrounded by thorns with dried blood on it, a big, heavy chain, a rope with rough edges, and a crowbar. “Hmmmm.” “What's that?” I paid no attention to him. Still, there was a lot to choose from, but I'll start. I took the crowbar, memories flashing through my mind. Some had been used more times than I cared to remember.

Luciano sat in his Seattle office staring at the list of debtors in this city alone, and none of them were willing to pay up, he just couldn't get why people were dense and so irresponsible, when they come for help it is always so easy but when it is time to pay up, he always has to result to violence, why can't people just be straight forward and then when he plays by the music they choose they call him the villain.

His face was unreadable so I didn't know what was going on in his head. “Calm down. I won't do anything to you. I will leave now.” Saying that he left and I almost collapsed on the floor. ‘See, I told you—he will never reject us. He's not like those men who hurt you. He's like the villain in romantic books. You should know villains love their loved one unconditionally. They worship the land from where their loved one walked. You are lucky to have him. Accept him.’ Zia started nagging me again.

Hugo paused and turned to look at him. Karl continued in a cold and distant tone, "Being kind to villains is being cruel to oneself. If you can excel in your work, you're certainly not a fool in other aspects. You do have the capability to resolve the troubles you're facing now; you just can't bring yourself to do it. Put it bluntly, you merely seek recognition as a compassionate person."

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

She must be very out of her mind to think all of that is legit. "You think you have power over humans? Those people are scary and will do anything to get rid of people like us, yet you want to rule over them? How stupid must you be? Let me hear your story. Why do you hate my father so much?" Every villain has a story to tell. It’s either insecurity, stupidity, or just plain evil that is pushing them to do all of this. Either way, as boring as it may sound, I need time to plan my escape, so I will take the opportunity to listen to whatever they have to say.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

"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!"

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.

"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"