Male Villain の小説・ストーリー

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.

Given that psychopath personality, who knows if once he noticed my presence, he would choose me to be his experiment subject then I would be doomed. I didn't think too much about it. Other than the villain, I also need to avoid the protagonist and the male lead who is supposed to meet in a clinchè setting. Those two are both no good, they are also psychopaths. Although it wasn't as much as the villain since Mr. Valcarcel got the title as a villain because of his extreme means to use someone, the protagonist is also the same though much lower than the villain. However, for me who was just a small cannon fodder who died in chapter one, the protagonists are also the scariest because they have g

Then his dark smoke that he was emitting could be formed into bat wings but it was more a toxic malice that lure every fallen rogue around him. “It's time for me to feed.” Vladimir lowly whispered in his cold and dark voice which made some of the fallen rogues quiver in fear and started running away. As they run away they could not get far because the great fallen rogue was lurking around the shadow and watching how Vladimir will handle his fallen side as a blood prince of the Milano clan. “Why don’t you help?” Vladimir asked through their private mind link. ‘Well, I’m still gonna report your status to them. So better not to lose too much control or else, I’ll be forced to put you down.’

In a monotonous tone, Levi the Envious spoke without making fun of himself. “Have you got no trust with our prince, Maleficent? Let him redeem himself and stop acting like a damn hero,” said Levi the Envious, “You are a villain so act like one. You are greedy so take and take until nothing is left to plunder. And you are a demon like me and like Damon; we made use of anything, everything, and anyone.”

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.

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.

I was too angry to face such a kind soul. Valefar was evil. I had known that all my life. No-one pretended he was anything other than a vile, vicious, villain. I had seen him destroy human lives and break the souls of brilliant werewolves. I had seen him take his anger out on imps and kill creatures for the fun of it.

“I don’t think you need to worry. Jude has been good to me so far, and he’s good to his children.” Christian touched my hand, looking at me the same way Jude sometimes did—as if I were a naïve child. “Let me tell you something about men like Jude that I know because I’m that kind of man. Like him, I’ll be the underboss. Like him, I’ve survived and done horrible things to make me strong enough for that task. To get into a position of power in the mafia, you need a dark side. The stronger that dark side is, the more likely it is that you’ll get into a position of power and stay there. Nobody threatens Jude’s power.” “I know you all have a dark side. You, Dad, Jude, but none of you have ever hu

Then she'll die happily than listening to a prick like him. "Seems like you do Miss Johansson." He stood up, brushing off the imaginary dust. That wide smirk took her soul. It was beyond creepy, just like the Devil. That smirk made him look like Kisaki in Tokyo Revengers, a perfect villain. "You are nothing but a coward. Ordering your men to hurt a woman, it's not power, it's cowardice." She blunders out in order to save her chastity and life. She has to work smartly to get out of this problem.

"The great Mafia king, brought to his knees by a mere woman. You're a joke, Dominic. A pathetic, lovesick fool." Dominic's eyes lit up like an ember, but he kept looking only at Valarie. He said in a low, deadly voice, "You're a cunning bastard, Victor. You always use women as shields, don't you? You're nothing but a pathetic coward, hiding behind the skirts of innocent women."