Insidious Villain Novels & Stories

"Ain't you have turned an Insane For Him, Inessa? " More tears escaped from her eyes at his that question because the answer was clear as mirror. Yes she had become an insane for him and she wasn't even ashamed to accept it and her eyes had told him her answer without even her mouth speaking it. He again stared into her glossy eyes for a while and finally spoke that thing which frozen her soul. "What you know about his past is the half side of the story which has made him Sinister but let me tell you that part which had turned Izan into Sinister, "

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

It smelled faintly like the sickly sweet smell of wolf's bane, but at the same time, it burned my nose and throat. "So, my rebellious pet awakens." I turn slowly towards the voice that's been the main contributor to this never-ending nightmare that's become my life. Marren slowly comes into focus and he looks none too happy. His usually cold green eyes now swirl with anger and a strange hunger. His blood lust is coming off of him in such heavy waves I feel nothing but fear. Suffocating fear. I want to pass out from the nerves but, for some reason, my mind is buzzing.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

7 VIKTOR She was learning quickly, too quickly. There was a dangerous edge to her now, a sharpness that mirrored my own. She moved through the world with the same calculated ruthlessness I had spent years perfecting. We orchestrated chaos together. A corrupt politician who refused to bend to my will—dead, his body found in the trunk of his own car. A rival who dared to encroach on my territory—disappeared, his empire crumbling under the weight of whispers and fear. Sabrina was at the center of it all, her hands stained with the evidence of our reign.

“She hasn’t hurt us. She’s just shown us her final move. And it was a petty, pathetic one.” The scandal scorched across the screens, but it was burning away the last of Davidson’s humanity, forging in its place something harder, sharper, and utterly ruthless. His enemies cheered, believing they had won. They didn’t realize they had just annihilated the last man standing in their way and created the monster who would destroy them all. ---

A villain with a glass of apple juice in his hands—instead of a throat-grating shot of scotch, or a bowl of fresh human blood. A villain, especially one with a hefty goal should have black as his ensemble. Not multicolored boxer shorts and flip flops. He was supposed to be in his chambers, peering at the mind maps he'd drafted. Not basking in the mild Tuscan sun. A villain that likened himself to the devil should have his lips stretched in a grim line as he went through his loan over and over and over again. He definitely shouldn't be grinding lips with a scantily clad lady.

She took Vivian’s arm, gently guiding her out of the gallery. As they walked back towards the inhabited parts of the castle, Vivian’s mind was far from supper or the Duke. It was fixed on the shadowy figure, the owl stone hidden against her thigh, and the chilling truths he’d offered. The web of deceit wasn't just around her; she had just willingly stepped into its center. The investigation had begun, but the investigator had become a pawn in a much larger, darker game. And the role of the villainess now had a dangerous new dimension: spy. The performance had to be flawless, not just for Thomas and Alexander, but for the watching eyes in the shadows, and the unseen hand that had already trie

Venom dripped from every word of her mouth. Ivana’s heart pounded. How could they expect her to target such a man? She’d never crossed paths with Tardrain, but the stories about him were terrifying. Was it his godlike arrogance? That unnaturally perfect face masking a beast? Ivana recalled the viral video of him coldly firing an employee for sneezing too loudly; another for daring to sip water in his presence. All without a flicker of remorse. Or the countless tales of him crushing the less privileged, or news of his contempt for women who failed to grovel at his feet.

"But they haven't won the girl. If you stay with me now, they’ll kill us both. If you play the victim, you stay in the light. You stay where you can find the key to the Trust’s vault. You become the hunter I made you to be." He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was less of a goodbye and more of a branding. It was raw, suffocating, and tasted of the chemicals that had nearly erased her. It was the kiss of a man who would rather be hated by the world than lose the only person who understood his darkness. "I am the villain in your story, Ivy," he whispered against her lips. "Make them believe it. Make it the most beautiful lie they’ve ever heard."