Am Book Villain Novels & Stories

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Marcello walked in his face shocked to see me there. “I thought you said you were going to wear a tampon?” he asked. “What are you doing here?” I forced a chuckle, “I was…. I was just bored, I came here to read a book!” I grabbed a book instinctively. “I didn’t know you read Williams Shakespeare's works.” “Well, I’ve always loved reading, it’s my comfort hobby.” “You can have it.” “Thank you.” I should have left hurriedly but I stood there rooted to my feet, I couldn’t believe I’d blamed the wrong person all my life. He wasn’t the real enemy. Stefan Lombardi is the villain in my story. But he made it seem like it was Marcello.

The Vodells were never allies to the throne; they served only their own bottomless ambition. ​And now, as the gloom choked the life from the clearing, Aaron could not help but wonder in horror: Who is the real monster? Was it Soulus Vodell, whose reckless, petty malice had doomed them all, or was it Malakai, who stood ready to erase two hundred souls from the earth for daring to endanger his mate? ​With a dark, satisfied smile curving her bear-jaws, Cameron dragged the limp, sobbing archer across the riverbed, dropping his broken body like a sack of wet meat directly at the feet of her sovereign.

Amy lets him know while Lily shows her options for the new characters, she keeps shaking her head, "They can't be prettier than her." "Okay," Lily murmurs and starts looking, taking this very seriously. But all I can think about is the two teenagers looking at us and recoding from far away because the guards don't let them come close to us. "Is Cecilia the villain?" Damon asks, Amy says yes, "Then she's my favorite." "Dad, no!" Amy growls, "You can't like the villain, she's evil! Cecilia is like my mom."

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

I twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.

It would grab the attention of Niko's men and start a small riot within their ranks. Vinnie was the smart-ass jokester both unwaveringly loyal to me, and crazy enough to start a blood bath in my honor. Niko's men would never align with him, or trust him with a plan. But that would open the door for those disloyal within the Grasso's to take him under their wing. Amy played both sides by acting as the scared lost girl, someone tough who wanted revenge even at the cost of her life, but also someone who loved her brother dearly. She should be removed from all sides and none will be able to fully trust her.

No snobbish attitude. "She certainly is, madam," said the elderly woman, Amanda, who was now looking at the two young girls chasing butterflies. "I was even taken aback when I first saw her. Thought master would wed a woman like those girls that come in magazines with him. They are…I can't put them into words." Kate gave a soft smile. "I'm assuming you mean brazen and brattish." "Yes! Exactly. But she is incredibly well-mannered, generous, and courteous to everyone. It's saddening how life's been unfortunate to her."

“Psh. You're thick, with brains like molasses. You summoned a demon lord, not Fluffy the Persian.” Anya regained her composure and followed the protocol Baba Yaga had taught her: “Cherti! I demand you tell me your name.” “Boniface’s butt, there's no need to yell.” The cat scratched its ears in pain. “The name's Aym, Flamin’ Aym: duke of hazard, firebrand of Hell. I'm a Goetic demon. 26 legions are mine to command. I enjoy burning things, feline fatales, and bowls of cream. Some call me a pyromaniac. I prefer to think of myself as a cigarette: addictive, flammable, and occasionally deadly. Now, what does a gent have to do around here to get some cream?” Aym flicked his tail and se