Murderous Villain Test Novels & Stories

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

He pauses, studying her “But I’d like to see for myself.” He snaps his fingers, one of the guards unlocks a side door. Inside. A girl, no older than sixteen is shoved forward gagged and blindfolded. Victor doesn’t spare her a glance. “Let’s see how loyal you really are…. Kill her.” A pause. A beat too long. Bella’s jaw ticks—so slightly only a trained eye would catch it. Then flatly she asks “What’s the test?” Victor raises a brow “That was the test”

As much as I would like to cover you in vomit, I won’t give you the satisfaction of seeing any reaction from me. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you and your pack are no rival to ours,” the blue-violet eyed psychiatrist sneered at him. “They will easily use you as a rug to clean their leather Italian shoes. We have more of an Alpha than you will ever be. Not even a hundred versions of you can match V.” Her tone was calm, despite her smirk. Still in her disadvantaged state, she knew how to press this hated villain’s buttons and get a couple of laughs from his reactions, and whatever important information that she could acquire.

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

I got up and followed slowly behind him. The moment we reached the doorway, I shoved him out and slammed the door shut, locking it instantly. Picking up the gasoline I had hidden by the bed, I poured it all over the floor and struck a match, setting everything ablaze. Elliot banged frantically against the door from the outside. "What are you doing? You can't die! I'm calling Melissa right now!" My detached voice echoed from inside the room. "I've already called the cops. If you don't want Melissa to find out you two have been playing her, you'd better pray I burn to ashes!"

She asked "I'm damm serious blood here let me show you" I said as I brought out my phone to show them the pictures I took . "So do you think the man is the killer we are searching for?" I asked . "Yes he could me " Yvonne replied "But hold on a minute. If he is the killer that means he sucks his victim dry, he wouldn't find the need to store blood" mum reasoned aloud "True…." Yvonne said. "So I suggest we capture him and question him" I suggested

“That man is a sociopath; he is nothing but trouble, and he kills all of those who work for him after he is done with them. If she’s smart, she’ll stay away from him, but she thinks she knows everything and she’s biting off more than she can chew so much that she doesn’t realize she’s in bed with the devil himself.” “He may be the second youngest, but he’s the most ruthless. He doesn’t have any emotions, and add that to the fact that he’s in the mafia. That’s a dangerous combination. He is a ticking time bomb. This will only end one way for her. She was doing so well until she started working with him.” It made a lot of sense, and I was impressed with Darko’s skills. He was even better than

He watched me cautiously as I walked towards him and stopped about a foot away, "You don't like me, do you?" "I never said-" "Answer me." "No." "Why?" "Because you're a rogue. You're most likely taking advantage of the strength of the pack to get by." "So, you consider me to be a leech and a weak link." "Yes." "Fight me."