Beautiful Villain Novels & Stories

she said, and walked away slowly swaying her hip seductively. The stranger eyes followed her every move, he waited for over five minutes before following suit, his cock was already swelling as he drew nearer to the room, he knocked once and entered only to find her sitting on the counter, legs slightly apart swinging her panties with one finger. Every girl has the bad girl vibe and Serena knew she had one deep inside of her, but she never for once show that side to Simon who was the gentle easy going type, but with this stranger looking at her with pure lust in his eyes, Serena knew she had to bring up the bad girl vibe for him to know she was also a game.

She gasps in shock, "A foreigner's tale? Please tell Ning'er about it!" I scratch my head, "Er..." The male lead has a strange fetish, where he enjoys inflicting pain on others. The female lead falls for his disputable traits anyways. The relationship was preposterous to begin with! I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book!

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

And that was exactly what was happening as I placed the dumbbells down and simply stared at the Greek God that was my mate. Goddess, how the hell was this guy so beautiful? Not only did he have handsome features, his body was ripped to perfection as well, not an ounce of fat in sight. It was almost unfair how utterly perfect he was. I'd be super jealous of it all if he wasn't my mate and all mine to do with as I pleased.

“You always need a villain, don’t you? Someone to blame. It can’t just be you. It can’t be that maybe she saw you for what you are.” My fists were trembling. My throat was tight. “And what am I, then? Tell me.” He leaned in just slightly, his voice cutting through me soft but sharp. “You’re your father’s son. Violence wrapped in charm. A boy who calls obsession love.” I swore under my breath, pacing two steps, three steps, like I could outrun the sting of his words. But he wasn’t finished, no, he wanted to slice deeper. “You think she’s safer with you?” Valerio said, voice low, almost pitying. Then his mouth twisted into a blade. “The man who slept with his own blood?”

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?

I blushed at the compliment, “Yeah, well I feel like you’re also in your element when you grill me like that. You’re a very believable villain.” He rose from his chair, the muscles in his face tense. He made a full circle around the desk and knelt close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek, “Don’t be deceived, Amelia. You only like me because we’re standing on the same side of this case. I am a villain. It would do you well to remember that.”

I have seen his côck before but now this close with me sitting on my knees, the anticipation had goosebumps rising on my skin. I looked up as my fingers worked on his belt buckle and watched the profile of his face. The square jaw, the dark stubble and the tanned tone of his skin made him look like the handsome villain of a medieval era and my pûssy warmed. I should be turned off with the thought of him being a villain, but I’ve accepted that I wasn't normal and this villain did things to me that I didn't think any hero could do.

After being tortured for a long while and at the brink of death is saved by the male lead, Reynold. I walked up to Irina's figure with a wooden plank as she layed on the cold floor, struggling in the dirt as she tried to crawl away from me. "So you think that just because Reynold dotes on you and treats you like his little canary...... you can defy me and get away with it." - I toned down my voice a notch, sounding cold and menacing. Embodying the true essence of the villainess in the movie. Irina embodying the role of the favored woman, whimpered struggling to make a sentence.

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.