I Raised The Villains Preciously Novels & Stories

Death is the only ending for the villains. "Y-You.. motherf*cker! Double-crosser! Dirty filthy rat liar!" The Lord of Crimes yapped like a dog. "Aren't you afraid we'll kill Adharia Valler?!" Claire shrieked. Ah, she's no naive. Siri says your broken butt can't even afford me, much less end my life. Dumb brat. You know, your face is like an exam, even people don't want to think about it. Duh! Jealousy is in your DNA, suck it up brat!

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

“You are the villain.” Nico’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he closed the distance between us. The air between us felt charged, like a storm about to break. “Villain?” he repeated, his voice low but laced with venom. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not just the villain—I’m the one who decides if you leave here alive.” I stiffened but refused to look away. “If you think you can scare me, you’re wrong.” A humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned in, his face inches from mine. “Scare you? Beth, you’re already scared. You just don’t want to admit it.”

The villain who pointed the gun spoke again, "I'll make your hands as deformed as your legs." "You are a useless man," said the other villain. "More like a pathetic man." "Look at you! A baby is even more valuable than you." "Can you do this?" asked one villain while jumping up and down. The action instantly became the laughingstock of the crowd. "Surely no one would want you." "You're such a useless piece of trash. Women would think a thousand times about making you their lover. You'll only be a statue when you play in bed."

“What holds empires together is fear. And she already has that, whether you fools want to admit it or not.” The room stilled. No one dared look directly at him. I rested my palms flat against the table. “The Vitales underestimated me. That was their mistake. If you’re worried about whispers on the streets, then let them whisper the truth—that the Bianchi heir doesn’t kneel, doesn’t beg, and doesn’t die easy.” For the first time, no one spoke. They only stared. I leaned forward, voice softer but sharper. “The Vitales wanted to stage a lesson. Instead, I’ll make them an example.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

The threat of her hatred would be appeased. It was time. I took a deep breath and started. “I, Scarlett...—” Oh my god. Oh no. No, no, no, no.... This couldn’t be happening right now. I didn’t know Scarlett’s last name. Why the hell would I remember the random surname of a secondary villain? Truthfully, I couldn’t recall it being mentioned in the book at all. Did I even need it? Maybe I could still break the pack bond without stating my last name.

I sighed, running my hands over the soft sheets. "He was fit when you left—he liked to run and hit the gym—but now, Mmmm", Evie droned off. "Now he is seriously ripped. "Doesn't he remind you of a superhero from one of those Marvel films?" she asked, excited and youthfully flirtatious. "Except those guys were good, Evie. Z is no good guy. He is the villain in our story.. remember that." I snapped a little too harshly. With a whine, she disappeared, leaving me to daydream about my villain.