Dickens Villain Novels & Stories

"I'm your wife. I'll never betray you. Your enemies are also my enemies." "That's right," I nod my head, my eyes remote. " Devote yourself to me and we won't have a problem. Which reminds me. You should probably be wary about Dickson." "Who's Dickson?" "Dickson is one of the most important person in the business after Sylvester. He's got brains and great ideas that's helped the company for thirty years. But Dickson has two weaknesses. One is alcohol and the other is women. Anything that goes in skirts fascinates him the way a snake is fascinated by a bright light. Also he's hot tempered especially when he hits the bottle."

I snapped at him, growing increasingly annoyed by that masculine laugh that seemed a bit similar to Mikhail's laugh but still different. "It's nice to know you still have that spirit even in a disadvantageous position. Your stubbornness makes you more attractive." Ewwww, what was this asshole saying? "I doubt that, stop pretending when you wish the worst for me." I scoffed. Viktor sighed, sounding tired. "You like making sounds like a horrible Villain. Why would I want something horrible for the woman I married?" My eyes almost rolled out of my sockets. He was the biggest villain in my life.

In a monotonous tone, Levi the Envious spoke without making fun of himself. “Have you got no trust with our prince, Maleficent? Let him redeem himself and stop acting like a damn hero,” said Levi the Envious, “You are a villain so act like one. You are greedy so take and take until nothing is left to plunder. And you are a demon like me and like Damon; we made use of anything, everything, and anyone.”

He was smiling down at me, but I swear it wasn't a smile, it was more of a twisted grimace, showing off all his perfect pearly teeth. I gulped nervously and held my breath while trembling in place. “You came here all dressed up like a slut in that dress, with him, do you think you can embarrass me Darcy?” he asked. I froze. How did he know it was me? “Surprised aren't you? But even though your bullshits, I see you, you can't fool me for long” “Vincent… please” I begged, I couldn't hold my gaze from his eyes, he had a terrifying gaze; they glinted with malice and hatred.

"What 'full details' was I supposed to ask for, Luca? What possible context justifies looking a man in the eyes and telling him you will torture his children? Is that how someone decent is supposed to do business?" He burst into a cackle, "Decent?" he repeated, amusement clear in his voice. "Oh, bellissima. That is where you got it wrong. I am anything but decent. Did you truly think I ran a charity, dispensing advice and warm tea?" His words confirmed everything I feared. He was not a misunderstood man with a dark past, he was simply a villain, a monster wrapped in charm. I had allowed myself to be fooled. I felt hurt and realized that my attraction was stupid.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

He asked. I set her down on her feet, but my hands didn't leave hers when I walked up to him, "I don't think there could be a bigger beast than you, Marco. You and I know this is nothing compared to what you used to do to the men in your dungeon…" He chuckled and spat out blood, "So what? Are you some kind of social crusader? A superhero?" He teased, "You want to show the girl that you're a better villain than I am? Are those her only options? Two villains? You think she really cares about that? There is no difference between you and me. You are very much as evil as I am…"

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.

I blushed at the compliment, “Yeah, well I feel like you’re also in your element when you grill me like that. You’re a very believable villain.” He rose from his chair, the muscles in his face tense. He made a full circle around the desk and knelt close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek, “Don’t be deceived, Amelia. You only like me because we’re standing on the same side of this case. I am a villain. It would do you well to remember that.”