I Raised The Villains Preciously Novels & Stories

Chaylen said, chuckling sardonically. “Ryan, were they messing with you?” Slyvester asked. These three men came to me at the time I really needed them the most. ‘Oh thank God for making me the female lead in this Harem!’ From level 1 to 200, I proudly gawked back at the two villains. Then instantly moved one step backward, as coward coyotes in front of the lions. ‘It’s four vs. two, fools. Now show me your fangs!’ “Chill, dudes. We’re just greeting him a happy evening.”

For him to have such power and resources, Arianna finally came to the conclusion, Marcel was in the Mafia. "Don't monsters deserve to be loved?" "What?" Arianna was stunned by that question. By the way, when did their conversation move in this direction? "In every story and fairy tale, the good ones always have their happy ending. Why does no one write about the villains? We, the villains, are the reason the plot seems interesting in the first place yet no one tells of our contribution nor creates our happy ending. Why's that?" By the time Marcel was through with his question, Arianna's jaw had already dropped to the ground.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

He returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.

- I said wryly. I slowly lowered myself onto my back, leaning my butt against Felipe's side, and gathered up the two books on the floor. As I picked them up, I returned to the position I had been in a few minutes before, her gaze changed to discomfort and before she could pick them up, I purposely dropped them on her foot, drawing laughter from my friends. - You don't know who you're messing with, girl. You want me to be the villain? Fine, I will, just don't ask me to stop, because I really won't." I whispered in her ear and walked into the living room without even picking up mine.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

"Name your price. I will give you everything." "I do not want your money, Sterling," Lord Aris declared, his voice dropping to a terrifying, absolute zero. "Your world of corporate scandals, fake divorces, and media circus is exactly what left my niece vulnerable. You are a violent, feral man, and your world is entirely beneath her." Lord Aris held up the glowing vial, delivering the ultimate, soul crushing blow.

MAVIS grabbed one villain in each hand and swung them back and forth, shattering the concrete ground. MAVIS knocked out two and dropped them. Two more villains with knives rushed in from the side and tried to stab MAVIS in the belly. Unfortunately, MAVIS had no belly! It was made of metal and impervious to stabs. The knives scratched its outer coat and left a few shallow marks on the metal panel. The villains' faces changed. "Damn! It's a monster!" The emotionless MAVIS lifted its arm and grabbed the two villains, swinging them to the ground again. In the chaos, Max squeezed next to Ambrose, carefully protecting him from harm.

Unfortunately, the elevator was conveniently out of order, perhaps deliberately sabotaged by him. His actions were truly petty and tedious, resembling those of a stereotypical villain from unrealistic movies. It's worth noting that in such movies, it's usually the female antagonists who resort to such schemes. However, in reality, a dignified and prestigious man like Ryan shouldn't have such narrow-minded thoughts resembling those of jealous women. Perhaps it's too harsh to criticize Ryan in this way. After all, the broken elevator might just be a coincidence. "Here's your parcel," Ivy breathed heavily, placing it on the table. Seeing her boss's calm demeanor, she just wanted to punch him in

He wasn’t. When the moment came, the villain realized too late that he had underestimated us. Lucian moved like a storm unleashed, shadows wrapping around him, strikes precise, calculated, lethal. The villain panicked. He threatened me, tried to bargain, tried to use my father’s presence against us—but Lucian’s fury was unstoppable. He cornered him. Every word the villain spoke was recorded by my father: every confession, every plot, every cruel detail of why he had returned. And when the villain refused to release me, when he dared to reach for his weapon, it ended.