I Raised The Villains Preciously Novels & Stories

Hissing I got into a low crouch and Cain immediately positioned himself in front of me. “I’m your opponent asshole” he spat out. “And once I’m done with you” Kokabiel said, his voice melodic and smooth “I am going to carve her pretty flesh up, making it lovely, so lovely and red.” Then he picked his teeth with one of his extra long nails as I shuddered. Then looking directly at me he patted his belt, where the scalps of his victims swung; and I knew what my fate would be if he got his hands on me.

Her marriage had turned out to be her worst nightmare, a mistake she would never repeat in life. She had to get out when the water turned cold. Going to the bedroom, she took out her phone. She had installed a camera in the warehouse without the goons' knowledge so that she could monitor what was happening. She turned on the camera and smiled. She knew that the men would not be able to resist Vinca's naked body even though she had warned them not to touch her. They were men, after all, and were bound to play. Her plans were working out well. She wanted to ruin Vinca's reputation and not necessarily kill her. After being defiled by the three goons, she was going to release her into the woods.

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”

he sighed, “I have no excuse for what I did. I'm a terrible father and I know that, but please forgive me and let me fix my mess.” “Now that's the thing,” I snarled. “My hatred for you has escalated to all rich people, not only because of what you did, but because they killed Timmy! I’ve seen how rich people like you treat people of lower class. I will make them all suffer, and I certainly don't mind being the villain.” “You're not a villain, Kevin!” Taylor yelled the moment I reached the door, about to go outside. I smirked and turned slightly to the left. “Villains aren't born, father,” I whispered, “they're made!”

"You killed them! You killed Jaxson! You took everything!" "Are you sure?" The question was so quiet, so steady, that it stopped the air in my lungs. "What?" I breathed, my grip loosening. He leaned even closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath a cold draft against my skin. "Are you so sure that I’m the villain you’re looking for, Val?" I snorted, trying to reclaim my anger. "You're the devil I want to crush into the dirt. There is no one else."

But I was too busy with the Sudoku I was playing that I forgot to shut the door. Valtor: Finally, we meet. It's time for you to submit to me, pet. Your time to live freely is up. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I heard the lamest villain speech in my life. I turned around and found myself surrounded by almost a hundred vampires. Valtor was standing behind them all. I smirked because I knew he was afraid of the monster everyone feared. Moon: Seriously. You could not come up with something more exciting. Dude, that's the lamest villain dialogue I have ever heard. Believe me, you are not cool.

Ronald burst out laughing when he saw this. "Look at his face! He really thought we would kill him!" Beta Bruno stopped himself and looked at them in confusion. He did not know what this duo was thinking in their minds. "Bro, chill out. What's so hurried about fighting? I was just kidding," Ronald said, chuckling. Beta Bruno cast a glance at Ian. Ian scoffed at him and shook his head. At that time the door of the elevator opened. Before stepping out, Ian said, “It is said that people prefer attractive villains to kind heroes.”

The only sound was the dull tick of the clock on the wall. Then I looked up at her. “I don’t want to be the villain in this story,” I said. Her eyes softened. “You’re not.” I gave a short, humorless laugh. “Maybe not yet.” And then I said the words that had been building in my chest since I walked out of that penthouse. “But if they want war…” I breathed, gaze hardening. “…then war is what they’ll get.” ---

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "