Beautiful Villain Novels & Stories

“I know who you are, she-wolf. And there’s been a price on top of your head, along with your mate. I know I’m no match against a fucking Gamma, but an average hunter like me will take any bounty that comes my way. It just so happened that I’ve seen you dance here before anf it was to good a deal to pass up.” Alex tried to scream, but even her voice seemed to have failed her. So did the rest of her anatomy and she found herself steadily slipping from her chair. The villain was quick to leave his seat so he could push her back up to a sitting position while taking half the space of the booth seat behind the palm tree. Now they were both hidden from the view of most people in the bar…

“What are you saying?” “But one day,” she continued, “the dog snaps. No warning, no growling, no barking. It just sinks its teeth into its owner's face and rips off his nose, and everyone’s shocked. The owner’s bleeding and screaming, but it’s too late. He never saw it coming. Why would he? He thought the dog was too weak to bite.” She licked her lips. “You’re that dog, Chloe.” “The worst villains aren’t the ones who fight loud and hard. They’re the ones who smile through every insult, nod through every slap. Because those are the ones calculating. They are watching, and waiting. And when they finally go for the kill, no one’s ready for it.”

He feels the sudden, sharp drop in my temperament, the complete absence of the weak, fearful omega he thought he was teasing. My mask slips. For one brief second, the villainess inside me looked right back at him. Regis takes a slow step closer. There is barely the width of a pinky finger between our faces now. The scent of rain and dark wood clings to his skin, his warm breath fanning across my lower lip. He tilts his head slightly, studying my eyes, my mouth, the cold line of my jaw as if he is seeing me for the very first time. My heart beats steadily against my ribs. I refuse to take a step back. I refuse to play the meek, submissive girl for him right now.

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

The only expression in his eyes as he stared down at me was that of hate and disgust. A little shadow whip floated towards my face, slowly touching my cheek in a soft caress. It was a complete contrast to the hate and death Kai’s stare on me had. “Has anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are when they change to green?” He cocked his head slightly. “Fiery. Little. Thing. So fierce and yet, so damn breakable.” “The only thing I’ll find beautiful is the look on your face when I drive my dagger through your heart.” I dug my nails into his chest, still holding on for dear life. “Because mark my words, Kai Malek. I will be the cause of your death.”

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

The city blurred, and all I could see was his face. Leon Vitali was everything I was told he’d be,cold, cruel, calculated. Sexy. But he was also… watchful. Clever. Controlled in a way that scared me more than rage ever could. Because a man like him didn’t waste movement. Didn’t waste bullets. Didn’t waste women. If I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t marry the Butcher. I’d become one of his victims.

I collapsed to the floor. “We are going to take you things and do as we like with you, pretty.” His voice was cut short as a blur went past and his head flew from his body. The other dudes stared in shock, and then, from the shadows, a tall, very handsome, roguish-looking man emerged from the dark and scowled. “You shouldn’t be attacking a lone lady,” he said. His voice was dangerously deep and ice cold, and it gave me chills. These guys obviously knew him because they literally trembled.

A villain with a glass of apple juice in his hands—instead of a throat-grating shot of scotch, or a bowl of fresh human blood. A villain, especially one with a hefty goal should have black as his ensemble. Not multicolored boxer shorts and flip flops. He was supposed to be in his chambers, peering at the mind maps he'd drafted. Not basking in the mild Tuscan sun. A villain that likened himself to the devil should have his lips stretched in a grim line as he went through his loan over and over and over again. He definitely shouldn't be grinding lips with a scantily clad lady.

But when I opened the book, the girls beside me didn't seem to let me sit down calmly. "Yah, Rose, don't you think... that new boy who punched Nick is cool?" The girl in red raven lock flattered. I know her, she is popular. Her name is Lisa. The other girl beside her named Rose shook her head. "What are you saying? Just cool? He is the most handsome boy in this college." She whispered, fawning on him again, stealing glances at Ryan who was now busy talking with his best friend, Alex. Jeez, girls! What's wrong with your eyes? Cool? The most handsome guy? Really?