Bad Villain Profile Novels & Stories

I stood up to his full height and narrowed my gaze at the man. “I see you’re nice and cozy with the enemy, Lilith. Your father would be so disappointed in you but that’s nothing new, he’s always been disappointed. He only allowed you to keep the job here because he was too embarrassed to have you out in the work force, sullying his good name. You have never done anything right. He’s complained many times about you and your bastard son,” the man continued shouting.

I tore the photo instantly—no thought, no hesitation. Second photo: Connor Ivanov. Handsome, polished, with a reputation for charm and ruthlessness. I’ve heard whispers of his cruelty—smiling while orchestrating chaos. Third: Finneas Diaz. Quick-tempered, fiercely loyal to his own, and utterly unpredictable. His men would die for him without question, but the same loyalty could turn deadly if crossed. Fourth: Oscar Montoya. Older, experienced, cunning. Known for controlling underground gambling rings and shipping empires alike. Patience is his weapon, subtlety his armor.

Not to mention he was an immoral man borderline psychopath, loves murder and sex. He was perhaps the only man in Central Continent that has a harem of the size of a army battalion. He is the kind of a man I despise, the fucked everyone that he liked and just dumped them all over the place. Even though I have sex too, but I never cast aside my woman, that is my style I took responsibility to whatever I touched. In terms of his prowess, he was a Tier 3 combatant, quite strong and the bloods that were on his hand were plenty, and everyone hated him and wanted him to die at very prayers that any man and would made daily, the Empire citizens always cursed him and his family to die.

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

“If they told you to find a nice guy who wears a suit to work and earns an honest living?” Someone who hadn’t killed a hundred people. Someone who didn’t tattoo his arms to hide his track marks. Someone who wasn’t out all hours of the night because that’s when the criminals roamed. Someone who didn’t have twenty guns on display in the back of his closet. Bastien was the textbook definition of a bad boy, the guy who would make any mother scream, but I was in this for the long haul. “No.” That handsome smile spread over his lips, making him so damn attractive. “Alright, then.”

The sight of blood made me sick but still, I didn’t think of leaving and Bernardo made sure to keep Sean away from me. Even as they fought. Okay, not fight because he hasn’t been able to deliver a single successful punch at Bernardo so it was more like Bernardo beating his ass up and undoing all the work I did. It was kind of comical seeing him go from being a ruthless villain talking about what he would do to my body to being an almost lifeless loser. The things I found out from the man. Goodness, I don’t think a greater evil ever existed. He killed so many shifters and even non-shifters. He did many shits that I couldn’t even bring myself to say out loud. There was so much evil inside of h

"I guess I'd have to say that our suspect is a five-ten, 170-pound Hispanic male who's a drug addict and a sex offender, who drives a blue car, has a knife, a .22 caliber and a .38 caliber gun, shuttles back and forth to Las Vegas either by car or air, and prefers to kill people on weekdays so he can kick back on weekends." "One heck of a profile," Will said, finally cracking a smile. "Okay, so bring it all home. How does he pick his victims and what's with the fucking postcards?" "Don't swear!" she said, playfully swatting her notebook in his direction. "Maybe the victims are connected and maybe they're not. Each crime is different. It's almost like

“I hate how he ruins my life. Our life. That day could’ve been a perfect day with Gelo. That day supposedly be our day. Then he showed up. When he didn’t get anything, he’ll hurt me. He killed Gelo’s father!” “He’s really fucked up. Sometimes there is a reason why a bad person is a person. That guy… He’s just a straight-up bad person.” I fucking hate him now. He’s been bad and cruel before and I knew it. It’s just I didn’t know how worse it was.”

It was blurry, snapped from a security camera, but I could identify who Bianca was regardless. And next to her was some guy I'd never seen before. A large, broad-shouldered figure in a black suit, his stance confident, his presence intimidating even on screen. His features were angular, his jaw set, but there was something undeniably evil in him. "Who is it?" I breathed. "Viktor Androv," Damian snarled. "Russian arms dealer. Wealthy, powerful, and ruthless. If she's in partnership with him, then this is worse than we thought."

His face had relaxed into something almost human. Almost beautiful. She hated herself a little for thinking it. Sienna had seen thousands of patients in her career. She’d learned to forget faces. To protect her own heart. But this one— This man burned into her. Before she realized it, her hand reached out, fingers brushing the ink along his arm. A snake curled into a skull. The letters “VP” inked into his shoulder. Not just any biker—he was second-in-command. And she had just broken every hospital rule to keep him alive.