Insidious Villain Novels & Stories

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!

They all came rushing towards her, she smirked internally, who did they thought she was, she brought out the dagger from her pocket and threw it to the nearest man she saw, she smiled internally because it was poisoned it didn't take a while for the poison to start showing it effects. Her dark eyes became more darker and they glistened they were all surprised, she gave flying kicks to them all, she yanked them away and a few more minutes they were all rolling on the ground helplessly, the old man was of course surprised, who was this lady he tampered with? millions of thought came running into his mind. Maddison looked at him, and he looked at her back, he didn't believe he could ever do it

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

And when they reached that crescendo together, bodies trembling, breath tangled, it felt like more than just pleasure. It felt like armor. Like they were sealing themselves for war. Later that afternoon, the villa's private study was sun-drenched and silent, save for the occasional chirp of birds in the distance. Adrian sat behind a rustic oak desk, his laptop open, the screen reflecting classified intel and grainy surveillance photos. Christian Voss. The last loose thread in a tapestry of betrayal and blood. His profile stared back from the monitor, silver hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes like a scalpel. Cold. Precise. Void of anything remotely human.

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

“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.

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?!