Infamous Villain Novels & Stories

"Greetings to all pack members, before I begin, I would like to call out Vero, Sam, Jennie and Hannah" The four girls stood up and walked out to stand on the podium facing the pack. "in fireblood pack, we punish prisoners by making them work in the mines or making them serve as concubines or servants to high ranking pack members. A few days ago, I brought back a female prisoner who was guilty of assaulting Lily, my little sister back from creekwood pack. This prisoner is under my jurisdiction and I have the right to punish her as I please. I am going to say this just this once, anybody who hurts Ava in this pack will be severely dealt with. I would assume that such a person wants to challeng

He smirked mysteriously as he rubbed his palm together. “What do you mean?” I asked because I didn't catch whatever he'd said… “I want you to crawl your way into Alex’s Life again and this time make sure you own the keys to his heart… Make him bow to you and slowly divide the family…make them feel every single pain and torment you went through… Make them feel your wrath….” Damian was indeed the handsome villain in her life… He knew how to break and make a person and also have the cruelest plans laid out in his head..

He had spent hours staring at her breasts when she was asleep; he had touched himself watching her take a bath but was he guilty for doing so? No. He wasn’t capable of feeling guilt or remorse. Maybe it was the cruel life that made him this way. Or maybe he was just born defective. After all, the monsters are born. This world just brings them out of the human skin they wear. That was what happened to Fabiano. He was born this way and life just fucked him a little more. He was the King. He was the Devil. He was the Psychopath. He was the villain. He was the vigilante that roamed the streets on nights. He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about.

I laughed. “...(o_o)” he was so confused that I bust into laughter again. I felt proud of my villainous riddle and game. As a DC and Marvel hardcore fan, I have always loved the villains more than the heroes. And as such, my favorite villains were “The Riddler” and “The Joker”. “You can't do this!” the chief flared up in both fear and anger. He finally caught on the answer to the riddle. “Oh I can.” I said and grabbed his neck.

Or part of why. But another question remained. The biggest question. "Victor Ashford?" Seraphina asked. Charles shook his head. "No." The answer stunned her. "No?" "Victor knows pieces of the truth." A pause. "He's dangerous." Another pause. "But he's not the one running it." The world seemed to tilt. Because Victor Ashford had been the primary suspect from the beginning. The enemy. The villain. The target. Now even that certainty was collapsing. Again. Charles stepped closer.

“Everything we did is as a reaction to the evils you and your minions have perpetuated in past decades.” “How interesting,” he said. “You must think you know something.” He scoffed. “You all must think I am the big bad villain in this story, but I promise you I'm not.” His eyes turned dark, and he held me even tighter. “If anything, you are.” “You, your brother, and our sick father are the real villains in this story,” he seethed. “I wasn't the one who impregnated an unsuspecting witch and tried to kill her in a bid to cover up his infidelity.”

his smirk turned iniquitous after hearing Dario but his mouth didn't utter a single word whereas his eyes were busy in analysing that fear in that man named Thomson's eyes. Riccardo Alfanso was a very well reputed and big name, not just only in the business world but even outside it but that same exact name was enough to shiver the dark and feral walls of the underground which considered him as a vicious and most deadliest sinner of their world. But this man dared to expose his sinister side to that world which considered him as a highly reputed and powerful businessman. "He took your pictures of entering into that club last night, boss,"

"The city and nation is becoming so unsafe for children and women walking at the streets. I feel like a failure cause I have completely failed to provide the citizens with adequate security and protect them from been kidnapped and sold. I as the president of this nation, I have done my best to provide security and get rid of the mobs but I have been proved wrong to date. I have discovered that due to the amount of money offered by the mobs, most of the people in the national security and also the leaders who are extremely corrupt, there is an increase in the illegal activities that is going now. Victor Valdamir was one of the people that made sure that the streets are safe for each and every

He knew that he would be murdered if he refused to yield to the Elysium Gate. Darryl nodded and turned to the Ten Villains. "What about you guys?" All of them had a unique appearance, which was interesting. Oldest Villain One was an overweight man with a chubby face. He had a striking five-inches long scar on his left cheek. Old Villain Two looked smart and refined; he had a striking appearance. Old Villain Eight was the most interesting one. He had an afro, and he was as skinny as a twig. He looked like a living feather duster from a distance!