Infamous Villain Novels & Stories

"We have found out the spy that divulged our plan. We have a theory that Ivanov is involved!" Ivanov! Russian mafia, Yvan Ivanov, was their ruthless leader. We have the same age and same greedy blood thirst running through our veins. Aside from AO Gang, Yvan Ivanov was my mortal enemy for years. We were once blood brothers, but he betrayed me and the gang. I was supposed to punish him death, but I gave him exile instead. That's the biggest mistake I had ever done in my life.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

I turned to move further and bumped into a hard figure, and I looked up only to see the arrogant bastard that made me loose my job. "Are you always this clumsy?" He asked "Are you always rude and arrogant?" I replied You really do have the nerve to talk to me anyhow, I hope you know I could end you with the snap of a finger? He asked Spoilt bastards like you don't know how to treat people, you act all high and mighty. Let me remind you that I have freedom to air my views just like you do and I won't shrink for you simply because you're rich, you need to learn how to treat people right especially ladies. Even after causing me my job you still have the nerve to look me in the face and spill ru

Seeing his brother nod his head, he sighed again, "our family is not simply rich... you see our great great-great-grandfather was happily married to his wife, not our great grandmother, he worked as an officer of the law, a detective, and because of that he made a lot of enemies at a time, mafia groups and gangs existed, he never thought much of his enemies because he believed that they would understand that it was his job and not take it personally, but sadly they didn't agree, one fateful night, while his wife and he were sleeping in their house, he was attacked, he tried to defend his home, but he was suppressed and he watched as his wife was raped to death, he was tortured until he could

I ended it there because it’s Evander’s turn to speak. “Sometimes, the hardest battle to fight with, is our dark experiences. Sometimes, the loudest noise that we can hear is the chaos inside our head because we continuously hear those bad voices inside our head and sometimes, the worst villain we can encounter is ourselves. We are all fighting a silent battle – some might be tolerable but some might be severe” he stated. Now it’s my turn again.

There's too much secrets in her life and right now she felt like she's been living in a lie. When she didn't say anything - as she doesn’t know what the right words to say - Maria continued. "He always talk to me about random truths about the world. Sometimes his head ached of all the knowledge whirled on his mind." she said and her eyes glimmer as she remembers the memories of her husband. "The villagers didn't know he's a Badblood as his gift wasn't dangerous. The people only know him as the genius one" But truths are dangerous, Serra almost said but stopped herself. "He's the one who told me all of it"