Different Villains Novels & Stories

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

They would take an insult with a smile one moment and murder you in cold blood when you least expect it. At least, that's the vibe he exuded. "Roma," I frowned, stopping in my tracks, "you have any idea how villainous you just sounded?" "Well, I'm no hero," he said, rolling his shoulders into a shrug. "Where are you so intent on heading to?" "To save my man from his wicked ex girlfriend." "Ah, the damsel in distress has become the knight in shining armor." I'm guessing every criminal in the underworld has heard about my run in with the Polish Braterstwo by now. Crazy how rumours fly even among stone cold killers, thieves and smugglers.

"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."

Ophelia laughed lightly, she said apologetically, “Zoran, I hope it’s not too much trouble for you?” “Of course not! Chairlady Lane, don’t worry. We have all sorts of medication to heal your disciples.” Zoran replied. Then his expression darkened. “So you’ve met The Ten Villains.” Ophelia asked curiously, “You know them?” Zoran nodded, “The Ten Villains were blood brothers. They’re infamous for their evildoings! They have hundreds of men beneath them, ruling over the Wicked Valley, causing havoc to the surrounding villages. To put it simply, they are a bunch of bandits.”

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.

"Why does everyone always bully me? They are all so evil!" The amber glow of the streetlights spills across Luna's heavily flushed, tear-stained face, making her look incredibly fragile and profoundly wronged. Iris sighs, crouching down beside her. "Don't worry. People like that will eventually get what is coming to them." "No, they won't," Luna whispers, violently shaking her head. "The bad guys only ever get to live better lives." Iris doesn't respond. The truth is that Luna is absolutely right. In their twisted, elite world, the villains—the ones who possess zero regard for anyone else's suffering—almost always win.

But Camilla, she killed and tormented for her amusement. She did terrible things just because she found it entertaining. That is what is scary: a villain with a clear motive can be somewhat changed. But someone who kills merely for fun isn’t someone who can be trusted. I have heard from my parents about how the people who were considered villains actually thought they were helping the world. Yes, they caused a lot of harm but in their opinions, they really thought they were changing the world. Others believed that you need to burn the world down first so you can build it up.

I challenged. Viktor made a casual face of indifference. “Sure, go ahead,” he encouraged. “You can easily ruin it for her where she has reunited with her biological father after twenty-something years, and by that logic, Marco is her half-brother now. I am sure Lilliana would be delighted to see you with her newfound family.” Yeah, when he put it that way. “When have I become the villain?” I snickered at him. “You are always and essentially the villain. The problem is Dominic,” Viktor said, and he was back to his dominant outline. “When you try and play the fucking hero.”

BRAD The city looked different on snowy nights. There were no stars in the sky just snow falling endlessly. I leaned closer to the glass, my hands in my pockets, my reflection staring back at me: sharp, calm. But right now I was far from calm. I was calculating. People always say every villain has an origin story. Maybe that's true, but I've never really considered myself a villain. No I actually see myself as the hero of this story. Most villains do what they do out of spite and anger, but not me. I do what I do because it's a necessary evil.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.