Dickens Villain Novels & Stories

I moved closer to him and unlocked the metal locking his mouth then returned back to my seat letting the silence settle. “Who sent you?” My smile disappeared. He remained silent. “Wrong answer.” I slammed the crowbar into his hand, making a hole in it. “Argh,” he screamed out, then blood began to trail down his battered hands. “You ready to talk?”Still quiet. No problem. I like them difficult. I moved beside the wall where he was tied and flicked the switch. Then the real show began. He began screaming as electricity traveled down his body. Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors.

“There’s a difference.” Ethan stood abruptly. “We’re done.” The man didn’t move. “Sit down.” Ethan didn’t. The man’s gaze hardened—for the first time. “You think Victor was dangerous because he was cruel,” he said. “He wasn’t. He was dangerous because he was sloppy.” I swallowed. “He made noise. Left trails. Created enemies,” the man continued. “I don’t.” Silence pressed in. “You can expose Victor,” he said to me. “You already have. History will remember him as a villain. A cautionary tale.”

I hope she is fine. ... .. . Jack's pov - This Mick will never change; always behaves like a cheap villain. There will be one day when he will yarn for love and that day he will realize how wrong he is. He treats girls like toys. Will, the toy is a better comparison. He doesn't consider them as living souls. And girls also. Yeah, I admit he is handsome and charming with wealth. So, they follow him. But they should understand his nature. "Are you cursing me silently?" Mick asked.

Would giving Dave a chance make Marco back off? The question came unbidden, and she hated that it didn’t feel entirely ridiculous. Because Marco was dangerous. And sometimes, even monsters didn’t like to share.

Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, “back in my day, in the ‘90s, when I wanted to win my woman’s heart, I didn’t resort to stupidity. I showed her respect. I showed her that I was a man worth her time. I proved myself through actions, not some asinine attempt to nearly kill her.” He shook his head, his expression a mix of disbelief and disdain. “But I suppose men like me are a dying breed. Now, we have fools like you, who think playing the villain will somehow make you the hero in her eyes. Idiot." For a moment, the room fell silent. Castiel, desperate for some semblance of mercy, dared to hope that Dominic had softened. He lifted his head slightly, his lips trembling. “Thank you,” Cas

"Well, go on. I want to hear more!" "How dare you show your face around here! I'll make you pay for making Dick faint!" Dick did not look at me, but he kept pulling on Yvonne and making himself look like a puppy who was kicked into a ditch. That seemed to tell everyone I was a cruel and heartless villain. All the cameras were on me now. "You still won't confess your crimes. If you want to be vindicated, we can fight for it. Right in front of the whole nation."

It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on dick but with time I got used to his questions. Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

“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.

It sounded less like a warning and more like someone fondly reminiscing over old habits. Jane frowned faintly. "Are you saying that you are much kinder than the ones who appeared to be kind?" Victor chuckled softly at that, the sound low and smooth. It made him look younger for a second before the sharpness in his eyes ruined the illusion entirely. "No," he admitted without shame. "I don't hide what I am behind fake kindness. I'm evil and that's what I am." He said it so naturally that it unsettled her far more than if he had threatened her openly. There was pride in the way he embraced his own maliciousness, as if darkness itself was something elegant to wear upon his shoulders.