Cyberpunk Villain Novels & Stories

He worked for whoever paid the most, even if he was a zombie or even possessed, what he wanted was money. It was then, they couldn't get his wife, who was the old-fashioned way, didn't want to make a complaint, their children who were beaten didn't want to either... She was an ancient villain who was called the black widow of the rich, because she related to countless needy rich people and without contact with other people, they were totally isolated, these people who were abandoned were their victims, as far as they knew that their nickname and nickname, was the so-called Whisperers of Kurayami, in which he killed several people around the city.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

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.

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed. "Too early for you to decide, noh? If not me, then who?" "...." "Johann, the crown prince? he's a psychopath just like his mother. The son of Duke Pariata? He's a jerk who's only fond of chasing ladies. Son of Duke Winston, we all know how much of a greed he is, right?" "..." "I know it won't be easy to earn your trust but I'll tell you this..." "....."

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid, the scar slicing across her cheek giving her an edge of brutal beauty. Valerie lounged with her boots kicked up, blonde curls a stark contrast to the glint in her eyes. She twirled a knife in her fingers like it was a paintbrush. Jace was quiet, unreadable. He sat nearest the wall. Barely out of his teens, with his fingers dancing across a tablet, he was the hacker prodigy who could crumble governments from behind a screen. Damir sat beside Jace. The sniper. Icy blue eyes. A face like winter’s wrath. He didn’t speak.

Devin’s POV I ripped off his neck away from his body, and flung it to the pile of vampire corpses behind me, “Disgusting bunch of waste” I stated with anger, my name is Devin Asgard the most dangerous Lycan Alpha in all the packs, including the werewolves packs, people say am cold blooded, unfeeling, and a lunatic. Am a killing machine without emotion, the fact that I haven’t found my mate also added to my brutality, I have been punished by the moon goddess for over 199years now, I have no hope of finding a mate, am also a hybrid.

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.