Cutest Villains Novels & Stories

However, there are a few unacceptable things: cheating husbands, men with suspicious backgrounds, anyone who can turn people into dust, people with weird long nails or eyes or anyone who has these names: Harvey, Dante, Kaige. They must be avoided at all costs. I didn’t have anything against Harvey, but my recent experiences tell me that there’s more than what he’s showing to me. And I am not the type of person who finds men with mysteries to be romantic. Honestly, I had my share with Dante, the damned Villainous Emperor. These highly handsome men with secrets are worse than cancer or AIDS. So, Harvey is not a potential husband. “Kyle, I appreciate it, but I don’t think that I can tolerate yo

“Do they think I don’t see it? Every story, every post, every news segment, they’re glorifying him and mocking us. Me!” Robert sighed, his normally commanding voice now strained. “Victor, listen. The facts are...” “I don’t care about your facts!” Victor shouted, pacing the room, boots echoing on the marble floor. “The world will see him as perfect. As clever. As untouchable. And me? The golden wolf? The one who bled for this family? I am the villain! The world sees me as a tyrant, a monster! And all because of him!” Robert sighed heavily on the phone , trying to maintain authority, but even he knew Victor had slipped into something darker, something uncontrollable.

These little pumpkins are yet to be five, and they are already switching sides and acting as if they are ten years old. “Baby, a villain is usually the bad person from another person's point of view. But sometimes, they were wronged before they became the villain.” “But you aren't a bad person. Is Aunt Penny making you a villain?” Zoe continued. Penny's went wide and round, and she shook her head frantically when she realized where this was leading to. My lips stretched into a wicked grin and I wiggled my eyebrows. “Yes, that's what Aunt Penny is doing. And it hurts me so much that you are both joining hands to make me feel that way too.” I sniffed, wiping the fake tears that were rapidly ro

Let's just say my will to live has dramatically decreased in the last twenty-four hours. But I made a promise to Diego—that I wouldn't give up, that I'd do whatever it takes to get back to him. That's if they don't end up killing us both. Celeste casually places the cigar back between her lips, igniting it with a flick of her lighter. Clad in a cozy sweater and cardigan that somehow doesn't have a single drop of blood on them, she looks like a gentle, old woman, but she is anything but. Diego tried to warn me about her cruelty, but I had no idea she was this fucked up. She makes Cruella De Vil look like a fucking saint, and she skins puppies for fur coats.

I said, staring at the villain with hatred. The next one was just as much a sadist. What’s more, they often worked together—so their heads would lie side by side today. Among them all, I found a third monster. This one enjoyed abusing animals and had repeatedly raped a neighboring girl from a very young age. A black soul, one that would soon part from its body as well. The rest, however, were completely clean and innocent. They were good guards who truly did their jobs and did everything in their power to carry out their duty of protection.

Zack took a big breath, “He works for Ansaldo Cadell.” My body turned cold. Ansaldo was my rival, a man so ruthless that he even killed his wife just for looking at another man. Well, technically, she cheated on him, but still. He has a massive body count, more than mine. In my defense, I don’t just kill, I kill for a reason. I kill for a purpose. Ansaldo kills because he has no remorse, not a single care who he kills. He kills for the thrill, for the fun of it.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

I’d be tied to it—to every consequence—until it all came to an end. The kind of witch we were up against wasn’t like the ones in those fantasy stories or cheerful anime villains. From my mother’s old journals and grim notes, I knew better. Dark sorcerers were unpredictable, cruel, and coldly intelligent. They weren’t just villains—they were fanatics, executioners hiding behind power, and broken minds that thrived on chaos. Still, I couldn’t walk away. Ember believed in me, and that trust meant everything.

But maybe even villains could have a stupid side to them, just like how Lily suddenly asked, “Is that the belief that the people of Barden City have? I once read an article about how people in that town have a high level of happiness even though they are not rich, and maybe the reason is that they never have bad dreams at night?” Vivian really wanted to laugh at this moment. She thought Lily wouldn't buy her bullshit at all, but it turned out that the villain also had a naive side to her. “That's right,” Vivian replied calmly as she managed to hold back her laughter. “You can try using that method, and let me know if it works. I've tried it before and it worked for me, so I hope it will work