All The Villains Novels & Stories

‘ 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.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

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.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Hayden, Raymon, and Sarah, and now added a mad alchemist. In this position, it is not impossible if I am written as the villainess who destroys a kingdom, in order to increase the popularity of the main characters. As if I was an obstacle that they need to face together for a happy ending. Wasn't that my role in this world from the start? What if those three bastards got a boost as the main character in this world to beat me? Whereas my defeat meant the death of many people. At that moment, the faces of many people who supported me were milling about in my mind.

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

"We let them think they are winning. Let Arthur think Vincent will save his bankrupt company. Let Vincent think Arthur is a useful pawn. Let them form their dangerous alliance, have their dinners, sign their contracts funded by Victor Kane's dirty money that we already traced 87% and will freeze next week." He smiled, dark, wolf smile, not snake smile. "And then we break them both at the same time. At the Sterling annual meeting. In front of everyone who doubted you." I looked up at him, this man who came home with blood on his shirt because his cousin brought my ex-fiancé to insult me. "Julian," I said, "are we becoming villains?" "No," he said, carrying me upstairs, Mark discreetly disappe

Yes, there’ll be some killing and torturing, and possibly some eating of human flesh, but on the plus side, you’ve got a leader with governing experience, he knows how to manage a budget, and he’s got law and order covered big time. “I’m not a hero. I don’t think there are any, not that I’ve seen. This is a battle between villains, people out for themselves. The only reason they’ve all joined forces to stop you is because if you’re the Supreme Evil Leader of the World, they can’t be. Nobody’s fighting for the right of every man and woman to live free and do what they want, they’re here so they can have a shot at being Flatland’s Next Top Douchebag.”