Beautiful Villain Novels & Stories

She didn’t even dare to raise her face and look him straightaway in the eyes in fear that he would suddenly sense something. With a slightly flattering tone, Asteria said in an admiring voice. “You are a great and powerful person to be able to beat this villain, Sir.” As she said to word villain, Asteria pointed to the nearly naked man who had gotten his clothes somehow. It rendered the man so stunned that he stopped putting on his clothes for a while just to take a look at the woman who had called her a villain. He sunk into thought. A slight grimace made its way to his face as if he had just thought of something.

he said in a generous manner and did not look away. Even if Waverly had turned into ashes, she would never forget his face. He had a beautiful face unlike a villain's. He had a cunning smile that was able to make any girl go crazy. A mysterious yet powerful aura gave him an enchanting character. Once he is happy, he becomes a person that is respected and envied by plenty, even liked by elders. However, she knew of the vile nature under his facade, which was the complete opposite of his appearance. He was like a vixen who was good at bewitching others.

“Hindi mo siya pagmamay-ari, at lalong hindi mo siya ibebenta sa kahit sino!” Napailing si Alfredo. "Ang kapal ng mukha mo, Benedict. Hindi ikaw ang masusunod dito." Lalong lumakas ang kaba ni Amara. Alam niyang wala silang laban kung pagbabasehan ang dami ng tauhan ng ama ni Benedict. Wala silang armas, at wala rin silang sapat na lakas para lumaban.

They aligned with the jagged, incomplete memories I had of that night—the sound of footsteps that weren't the heavy, lumbering gait of the Council guards, but the light, predatory stride of a Valentino. "He marked you in that gym, didn't he?" Serafina continued, her voice a seductive poison. "He tasted your blood. He saw the 'Traitor' brand and he felt... what? Guilt? No, Aveline. He felt relief. Because as long as you're the villain, no one looks at the hero’s bloody hands." "Shut up," I whimpered, my head lolling back against the chair.

She swallowed her anger, she was too exhausted to fight, else she'd have made her realise she's not someone to mess with. “Why do you enjoy bullying?” she asked quietly, staring at Winter with tired eyes. Winter blinked, thrown off. “Because I enjoy it.” “It doesn’t look like enjoyment,” Isabella said softly. “Just insecurity.” Winter scoffed. “And you’re too pretty to be acting like a bully,” Isabella added before brushing past them. Cruella scoffed. “She just walked away again.” “I want her to react,” Winter hissed. “Why won’t she react?!”

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

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

~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 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.