Murderous Villain Test Novels & Stories

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

After that, there was chaos. There were some driven crazy by the constant torture and they started a killing spree, killing anything that looked remotely human, but there was one unlike the rest of them. He didn't have a single scar; he was completely fine, even handsome. You would think he was a normal person if not for his eyes. They looked lifeless and at the same time murderous. He moved quickly through the mess of horrifying screams and blood. He was like a ghost that was floating.

“Orson, thank you so much for joining us tonight. You’ve been quite the topic lately—successful businesses, expanding networks. How does it feel to be on top?” Orson laughs lightly, “It feels good, of course. When you work hard and play your cards right, you reap the rewards. That’s all there is to it.” I roll my eyes. Work hard? How come dealing with drugs and assisting the mafia leaders in their hideous cruelties is considered as hard work? Yes, he is a murderer too. He has killed a few honest businessmen for his own benefit. “Let’s talk about your business,” the anchor continues. “From small beginnings to where you are now—what’s the secret to your success?”

"Well well, you speak much huh, I think it's enough for the presentation, you can leave" Kiara moved away, the man entered my room, he kept his gun back into his pants and crossed his hands behind me while he moved closer to me. "Victor ? The fuck do you want?" Victor was the most vicious persona I knew. The amount of money he had was equivalent to his bad character, but like all the wealthy assholes, he always wanted more. He had this nasty menacing aura that would make anyone nauseous. He had tried frightening the Holmes brothers and would always try testing them in public areas to tarnish their reputation by showing off their violent nature. Their wealth is a fantasy for him and since he

"It wasn't long ago you were fucking Valeriya. In order for me to believe you've changed, well, you would have had to actually change. Convenient she died before a DNA test could be done on her baby." "Oh, she was pregnant, was she? Such a shame." "I'm sure the baby was yours. I'm sure you had a hand in her murder." "Hmm." His brown eyes search my face, and a smirk plays at the edges of his mouth. "Are you telling me you've got a problem with murder? 'Cause I'd have to call bullshit. You've been fucking a murderous psychopath for weeks." Heat rises to my cheeks, but I'm not backing down. "There's a difference between killing someone because it's part of your business and killing someone beca

"It's why you're so eager to take Elizabeth's place, why you've gone through hell to get me the proof of her infidelity." I don't know what to say to this, but if I keep quiet, I'll be affirming what he's saying and I can't let that happen. I say, "It isn't the money, Mr. Keller. It's your character." "My character?" he repeats. "I'm a killer. I'm a thief. I'm the kind of man you have nightmares about. I'm cold-blooded and vindictive. If you ever saw me in a dark place, it would be wise for you to run in the opposite direction, as fast as you can. I'd kill you in a heartbeat, if it were convenient to me."

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

Even in the high winter months she was feeling sweaty and suffocated. Face is the index of mind. When we try to do something unscrupulous and unlawful our pressure rises and we sweat profusely. Aliza was feeling the same. You have to do this Aliza. Her mind strongly ordered her when her morals were taking steps behind. He is a man with no morals. He killed many people without ethical values. He is a mafia don. There is nothing wrong if you denounce him.

I've been married to Federico Moretti for four years, and the entire time, we've lived in a run-down basement. He works three jobs, all to save up money to buy me a house filled with morning sunlight and make it our home. So when the doctor gives me my diagnosis, all I can think about is how I'm about to become a burden to him. When I get home, Federico is crouched in front of a leaking pipe, wrapping tape around it. He looks up and spots the hospital envelope in my hand, his expression darkening. "Sera, how many times have I told you? Those white coats are all crooks. Look at Alfredo's mom. She had a whole bunch of tests done and spent all that money, only to get better after drinking

sitting with you all. In her introduction, she skimmed through a few important traits of her personality. She was hyper competitive and very ambitious in nature. When T. Lakshmi scored more than her in a Taxation and Finance test, she slipped sleeping pills in her fruit juice before the main exam. When the same girl bagged the highest package, she decided to sleep with the placement co- ordinator who promised her big things. She did see big things ... but they weren’t exactly the big things she had gone looking for.