Murderous Villain Test Novels & Stories

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

He asked in a rough voice, "Who said you could call me what my mom did?! My mom's not even in her grave yet, and you're already trying to replace her, aren't you?!" The system said, "It's over, kiddo. The villain's darkening level has hit 100%." I did not know what it meant to be completely villainous. All I knew was that Dad was heartbroken and furious! He was like a wild animal pushed to the edge. Julia looked scared, quickly moving closer to Grandpa. "Honey, if the child dislikes me this much, maybe I should just go..." Grandpa, already a volcano of anger, turned even redder. "She's my wife and your elder! How can you talk to your own mother that way?!"

She wrapped the handle on her pointed finger as she played with it in circles, patiently waiting for his answer. "Hah! A lady like you can't kill a person. You can't even step on a little ant!" He mocked her and forced himself to laugh. Unexpectedly, she sarcastically laughed with him and pressed her foot harder on his head. "You're underestimating me too much, honey. How about we give it a try?" She bent her body near him and stuck the dagger roughly against his neck which is soaked with cold sweat and now, dark red fluids started to run down the knife. The man hissed in pain as Blaire planted it deeper with a grin on her face. She looked like a psychopath but she hates being looked down th

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

“WHO. IS. IT.” “I meant I know what kind of person they are,” I clarified sweetly, shrugging as if this was all perfectly reasonable. “You know, personality-wise. Murderer-wise. The whole… black-hearted enough to frame an innocent girl for the murders they committed themselves.” I gasped theatrically, hand pressed to my chest. “Oh dear. What a tragic, sinister soul.” Marcellus’s face turned a dangerous shade of red I honestly thought he might just explode Hector’s Beta, Leo, snorted loudly from behind him.

Every line I sing, he grows wearier; like blinds, his eyes soon close up. He really embodies the mind of a child, apart from the cruelty of the government tasks. I heard before that the imperial brocade-clad guards have to pass a torturous and ruthless test prior to becoming one. They have to kill all the partners they were set up with, all of whom they have endured hardships and feel an intimate bond with. In the end, their eliteness is defined by their resilience to turbulence and tempestuousness. I gaze into his soul and feel a compelling passion to reside by his side.

"Refusing would hand them the narrative they want. The villainess who defies authority. The witch who will not submit to legitimate examination. They would write my guilt in headlines and distribute it through every crystal in the Academy. They would turn my defiance into proof of my corruption, my resistance into evidence of my guilt. They would make me the monster before I had a chance to prove otherwise." "Then what?" Austin asked, his silver-blue eyes flat, his blade half-drawn in reflex, the particular tension of a predator who had scented a trap and was preparing to spring it before it could close. "You walk into their trap? You let them probe you, measure you, catalog your anomalies f

My eyes met Valmier's as we crossed paths, his gaze was stocked on me, I couldn't read the expression on his face. I didn't understand the feeling I had in my chest, nor how to react as he slowly disappeared from my shoulder. "He made a fool out of us and so he had to die tonight." The assailant's voice whispered back in my head. Made a fool of 'us'. What does she mean by 'us'? Who are behind my family's death? What are they after and what rules did my parents break to be murdered by them? I had to figure out the people behind this and why they had to do such a horrible thing to my family.

“I really don’t care what you call me. I have my reasons for doing what I do.” “You mean kill recklessly and kill innocent animals?” I retorted, and he smiled. For a moment, I noticed how dazzlingly handsome he looked, even more than John. “I only kill enemies, and they deserve to die; as for the animals, they are just lunch,” he said, and I shook my head. “You’re a beast,” I said with distaste, and he nodded. He didn’t smile this time. “I am a werewolf; we are beasts. Unlike you, who cannot even bring out yours,” he said and stood. “I’ll be watching you,” he threatened, and he walked off just as John came in.