Novel & Cerita Best Novel Villains

"Why does everyone always bully me? They are all so evil!" The amber glow of the streetlights spills across Luna's heavily flushed, tear-stained face, making her look incredibly fragile and profoundly wronged. Iris sighs, crouching down beside her. "Don't worry. People like that will eventually get what is coming to them." "No, they won't," Luna whispers, violently shaking her head. "The bad guys only ever get to live better lives." Iris doesn't respond. The truth is that Luna is absolutely right. In their twisted, elite world, the villains—the ones who possess zero regard for anyone else's suffering—almost always win.

Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench. Black veins climb her throat to her jaw. The veins are mine, in nine years, if I am not careful. "My name is Morrigwen, host. I was the first. The Salt Throne was mine. I burned it down. I burned my own children. The pearl made me hungry and I ate everyone I had ever loved and then I ate the kingdom and then I ate the continent and then there was nothing left but the trench it sent me back to. I have been here for eighteen thousand years. I have been waiting to tell someone

“We’re made to feel as though the hero is the person we should aspire to be. These noble, self-righteous beacons of morality who are so eternally self-sacrificing that I could vomit. But do you know what they all have in common?” “Enlighten me,” he says with great interest. “They’re all alone and chances are they will always be alone. Their loved ones have either been killed as a consequence of their noble actions or have to go into hiding for safety. If push comes to shove, they will sacrifice themselves or those nearest and dearest to them for the greater good. The classic sacrificing of the one to save the many. We’re not those kinds of people, and I would never want to be. The beauty of

Then him. I had heard the descriptions. Silver-haired. Crimson-eyed. Cold. Empty. Born without a soul. The noble children at the market talked about the Crown Prince the way they talked about war: with equal measures of fascination and terror and the comfortable certainty that it was something that happened to other people. I had pictured something monstrous. Something immediately, obviously wrong. I had not pictured a boy.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

In fact, invited me for dinner at his place. It had thrown me off balance, making me question everything I thought I knew about men like him. I had expected him to be mad, to hold a grudge, to act like the stereotypical mafia man I have seen. But instead, he had shown humility, something I never imagined I would see from someone in his position. My thoughts grow more tangled. Maybe I have been too quick to judge. Maybe Zack isn’t like the others. Perhaps not all mafia men were the same. The more I think about it, the more I begin to wonder if Zack has been forced into this life. Could it be that he had no choice, that circumstances had pushed him into the dark world he now inhabited?

"Go find someone to foment dissension amongst Revry's three sons after the two families. Make them kill each other for the title of Viscount. They must have had planned to act but simply needed a shove." "Don't be concerned, Master. I will undoubtedly cause havoc in the Cloudmantle household." Solan responded with a smug expression. "I'll show up when things spiral out of control and tidy up the mess like an angel from heaven. Rui will gladly join my side." "Master, you resemble the devil!" "You have to understand one thing, even though I am a villain right now because of what I am doing, we are not brainless." I burst out laughing. I'd seen a lot of villains, but they all had one thing in c

I wanted to place a steadying hand on his arm, but I knew that everything I did – everything that we did, any and all of us – was being scrutinised. “Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.”

He was going to get a background check on this Peter or whoever he was. He wasn’t going to let Annalise ruin her life. And the fact that he was interested in Annalise, didn’t settle well with him. No matter how beautiful Lise was, people always rejected and looked down upon her for being crippled and Peter could be a rapist for all he knows. He couldn’t deliver Lise, who is inexperienced about so many things in the hands of the devil. And remember that this book is a little bit on the darker side as there isn't a hero, but a villain. There are a lot of twists and turns in this book. And the more likes and comments, the faster the updates.

Swearing she’d never trust a man in a suit again. > Jayce at 14, burning the name “Navarro” into his arm with a lighter. “I won’t forget who owns me.” --- They opened their eyes together. Jayce whispered, “He was never a villain. Just broken.” Naomi replied, “Then we end the cycle before it breaks us too.” --- At the edge of the city, Tobias watched from a war cruiser. He smiled as fire engulfed the Hollow headquarters behind him. “They’ve awakened too soon. The system’s failing. So I’ll become the new myth.”