Make Me Your Villain Novels & Stories

She mocked as she circled me like a vulture. "I can't f*cking believe you f*cking killed your husband! How could you?" "Accusation about killing the don is a serious—" "Cut the bullsh*t. It's just the three of us here, so you can say the sh*t in your mind. Isn't that why you're here, to make a boring villain speech about why you've won and how you're better than me? Come on, go on. I don't have all day." I snorted.

I liked the sound of it. “And I will be your Val.” I said, running my finger through his handsome face. Aster was so cute and so good, it hurts me to use him, but I have no choice. My heard was hardened and there was no going back. Call me villain you had been right because that's what I will be from now on to that family.

"So you have two options. Either you let me in early so you can do this on your fucking terms and get whatever you want out of that marriage… or you keep fighting me and still watch me ruin it, and you lose everything in the process." My eyes flies open. "You… you’re such a villain. I’ve been stuck in this marriage for years," I say quietly. "If I’m getting out, I need a prince charming to sweep me off my feet. And you…" "I’m not a prince charming. I’m not even a knight in shining armor, Ciara. I’m the villain. And I will do anything... fucking anything to have what’s mine." After he says that, we just stare at each other, our hearts beating loudly.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

I spoke until my mouth hurt but his only response was that I was interesting? So what do I say to that? Most importantly, how do I convince him to keep my secret? Fuck, I'm so terrible at mind games. Why'd they make me a villain when I'm this dumb? A side character or a nameless extra would have made more sense. This was just so fucking ridiculous. I felt annoyed.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

And that neglect had festered for years, rotting me from the inside. As I deepened my thoughts, my hands trembled violently. I reached for the glass on the table and smashed it against the edge, watching it shatter into glittering shards. My pulse thundered, and I pressed one jagged piece into my palm until blood welled, thick and crimson. The sting seared me alive, but the pain only sharpened my voice. “People call me the villain,” I hissed, staring at the blood dripping down my wrist, pooling on the floor. “But I am not the villain. I am the reckoning. I am the bitch fate never accounted for.”

“You’ve got some nerve talking about waste. Aren’t you the alpha that can’t even control your pack? Do you think you’re fit to claim my mate?” Arif’s smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing. “Watch your mouth, pup. You’re out of your depth.” “I’d be careful with words like that,” Juke said, tilting his head. “Wouldn’t want anyone mistaking you for insecure and desperate.” Dale stepped forward, his hand brushing against Juke’s arm. “I’ve made my choice,” he said, meeting Arif’s gaze. “And it’s not you. Juke is my mate. You are a colossal fuck-up—who doesn’t know when to quit being a dick. No means no, you fucker, that’s all there is to it.”