Male Villain Novels & Stories

So, he calmly replied, "Oh my. My plan was busted." Goosebumps appeared on Slyvester's skin. Vincent pored at him and smirked. When it comes to being grumpy, Terban tops the list. If it's silly, Chaylen should take the rank one. But when it comes to being so cunning, then Vincent will take the crown. Vincent is one of those ardent guy who has yet to make plans to back down quickly. "Do you think I'll stop?" Vincent smiled. "As long as you are not married, I will be the great villain of your life." An evil grin spread on his lips.

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?!

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

I didn't tell him that I didn't believe that was the problem, but honestly, I didn't believe it. "Who was the freakazoid?" I asked seriously, changing the subject. William sat down on the chair in the room. "His name is Marcov, he is a vampire cross wizard. He is a Russian hit man. But you take a risk in hiring him. He is ruthless, and there is normally casualties or collateral damage, but he always gets his target. He has a power not to be messed with. He is brutal and likes playing with his victims. He runs through partners like it is nobody's business, but even knowing this, females and males fall head over heals for him." He paused and cleared his throat.

There was no amusement there. “Everyone’s talking,” I muttered, my voice tight, defensive. “I didn’t feel like being part of the circus.” For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just leaned against the edge of the fountain, arms folded loosely across his chest, gaze fixed somewhere past me. “Yeah,” he said finally. “I know what that’s like.” Something in his tone—raw and unguarded—pulled my attention. “What?” He let out a breath that sounded more like a laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Being the villain in everyone else’s story. Having your name on everyone’s lips, always twisted, always wrong. No matter what you do, you’re the monster. The outsider.”

“The police are on their way.” “And you think I’m afraid of them?” Malek fired back. He could hear the sirens in the distance, but he did not care; he was going to take his sweet little time. “Here’s what's going to happen, bro. I am going to paralyze you by injecting venom into your neck. Then I am going to suck all the blood from your body until your heart gives out.” “You’re going to turn me into a vampire?” “Oh, please…” He scoffed. “I have enough minions already. I don’t need anymore. Not especially one with extreme anxiety.” He laughed. “You’re too broken to be a part of my army.”

Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed. "Too early for you to decide, noh? If not me, then who?" "...." "Johann, the crown prince? he's a psychopath just like his mother. The son of Duke Pariata? He's a jerk who's only fond of chasing ladies. Son of Duke Winston, we all know how much of a greed he is, right?" "..." "I know it won't be easy to earn your trust but I'll tell you this..." "....."

After all, many men opt to think that women can't do anything right and that's why I work is to show them how capable women can become when given the opportunity. "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,

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

Yesterday he was trash-talking Quinn to his friends, and today he's playing the victim in front of Vivian. [Hold on. The villainess already derailed the original plot. Since he couldn't save the damsel in distress, he's trying a different way to win the female lead over.] As he spoke, Nathan slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. Several shocking red marks on the inside of his forearm were exposed beneath the light. "Her moods change without warning. In her eyes, everyone around her is just an outlet for her anger." I stared at the marks on his arm and almost laughed.