Beautiful Villain Novels & Stories

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

“Do I earn you respect? Because I’m not the bombshell she is.” Bastien scoffed, a handsome smile on his face. “She’s so thin you can see her hip bones through her dress and the vertebrae up her spine—and her tits are fake. You, on the other hand, are the finest piece of woman I’ve ever seen.” He moved his arm over the back of my chair and gave me that intense gaze that could win him any hand in poker. “I’ll take you to my office and prove it.” I felt the heat burn underneath my skin, bringing a sting to my cheeks. I broke eye contact when his confidence made my strength shatter. I’d never felt safer with anyone, but that also made me feel more vulnerable in numerous ways.

~Valentino’s POV~ For a moment, I stood there frozen, my eyes locked with her dangerously seductive ones. I was stunned not just by her beauty or allure, but by how respectfully she lowered herself before me, how softly she spoke, even though she exuded confidence and power that shouldn’t be trifled with by ordinary people. But I know better. I know better than to fall into her trap. Women like this are dangerous, treacherous, and vile. They know the power they wield and how to use it to get anything or anyone they want. They spend their lives studying men and how to subdue them with their pretentious charm and fake submission.

He stares at her with murder in his eyes because he thinks I’ll grow soft, that I’d let that traitor Vance’s daughter be my weakness. Like that filthy woman was his. My father’s. But we’re nothing alike. We share blood. DNA. That’s it. Nothing else. Dominic Russell was a fool who thought with his dick and died for it. And sure, those tits can sway my mind for a second, make me forget the rules—but she doesn’t have it in her. She’s no schemer. Just a girl with huge tits and a temper. And unfortunately, a face I’d kill for. “Are you done glowering, Dante?” I ask, voice dry. “Or are you going to stand there until the stitches start bleeding again?”

, he teased. Arya rolled her eyes. She knew Leonardo would not let it go. “A gentleman would notice the lady is embarrassed and change the subject of discussion”, she threw at him. He chuckled and she felt the rumble of his voice in his chest and throat. “I am no gentleman, kitten. I am a villain”, he said. “I like gentlemen”. “No, princess. You don’t”, he laughed. “Oh kitten, you love me because villains fuck better, harder and ruthlessly, just the way you like it”, he said huskily.

I stare right into his beautiful eyes, desperately searching for a hint of the person I knew him to be. His hand grabs my neck roughly, "Do you know who I am, May?. I am not one of the teenager you are used to." I swallowed my fear, ignoring the rising pain in my neck. "I don't care. " "You should Jailbait." "I don't care." "I am not someone you'd want to run into Ina dark alley, I am not a prince charming. I am the villain who eats little virgins like you for breakfast. I am a nightmare."

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"