Brave Villains Novels & Stories

“What lover? Is she really a loose character girl, Vlad? You must have known about her character last night.” Vladimir clenched his fingers tightly into a fist and left to see his wife leaving his confusing father and angry brother behind. “Valentina!” Mia sneered at her cousin. “Stop asking stupid questions!” “What's stupid about this?” She asked. “We all know what kind of man Bratva Pakhan is? People call him the Sinner. And Rose, she is a plain Jane unlike me. But given his ugly Scarred features he could get only her.” Valentina let out a giggle as if she made the joke.

] " I see, but why is this so dangerous that the world itself wants me to kill him?" ["Simply put, these children of the world are the pillars of the worlds, their existence and their fates keep the world in order, but if one of them breaks free of their fate, it disrupts the order of things, like a domino effect, the world falls into chaos."] ["As the two pillars of the world, their advantage over the other inhabitants of this world is great, their luck suppresses anything else and nothing bad truly happens to them, this means that if Male protagonist becomes a world dictator, he can smoothly become so, no one can stop him, hence why most protagonists who are free are so dangerous and elimi

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

The mention of the Bratva sent a chill down their spines, a reminder of the ruthless and merciless organization that's not to be crossed path with. “How about we form an alliance with them?" The room was silent, with no one daring to speak up. Barino broke the silence, his voice cautious. "That would be dangerous, Capo. The Bratva is not to be dealt with lightly. They're the most feared and respected mafia in the world." Another underboss added, "Speaking of the Bratva, the Pakhan's seventieth birthday is coming up soon. There's a possibility we might get an invite. How about we use this opportunity to make an alliance with the Bratva?"

Around him were four other men,all smiling, all filthy, their faces hard and cruel as if the devil himself was taking the picture. But not Richard. Richard did not smile. He just starred soullessly into the camera. "That," Eleanor said, "is not your professor. That man's name is Viktor Petrovich, the Butcher of Bratva." Pamela blinked. "What's... Bratva." "The Russian Mafia. But not the kind you see in movies. The real ones. Blood-boind, sadistic, cult-like in loyalty. And Viktor?" She smirked bitterly. "He was the Bratva's most efficient killing machine."

Every instinct whispered that the man who had purchased her was watching. She thought about the auction, about the ten million dollars that had bought her. Her stepfather’s greed felt meaningless now. He had handed her over without hesitation. She belonged entirely to Alexei Volkov. The car moved deeper into the city. Moscow’s skyline stretched before her, tall and imposing. Lights glimmered like stars, distant traffic rushed by, but the city felt alien. She realized that nothing she had known applied here. Every step forward was dictated by men whose loyalty and skill made her feel fragile. The fear inside her grew heavier.