Only Villains Do That Novels & Stories

"We let them think they are winning. Let Arthur think Vincent will save his bankrupt company. Let Vincent think Arthur is a useful pawn. Let them form their dangerous alliance, have their dinners, sign their contracts funded by Victor Kane's dirty money that we already traced 87% and will freeze next week." He smiled, dark, wolf smile, not snake smile. "And then we break them both at the same time. At the Sterling annual meeting. In front of everyone who doubted you." I looked up at him, this man who came home with blood on his shirt because his cousin brought my ex-fiancé to insult me. "Julian," I said, "are we becoming villains?" "No," he said, carrying me upstairs, Mark discreetly disappe

Nicholus let out a low threatening growl. Reaching me through our mindlink, Nicholus said, "Tell us what you had in your mind. Share your opinions. Let us know how you think the situation should be handled." I let his words sink inside me, shocked and giddy at the sudden change of events. But deciding to grab the opportunity, I straightened and chose my words carefully, "If it were up to me, then I'd handle the situation very delicately. We must keep in mind that even though they are the ones protesting people are NOT the villains. Villains are the ones who are manipulating and pulling their strings like puppets."

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

I wanted to place a steadying hand on his arm, but I knew that everything I did – everything that we did, any and all of us – was being scrutinised. “Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.”

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”

“What are you saying?” “But one day,” she continued, “the dog snaps. No warning, no growling, no barking. It just sinks its teeth into its owner's face and rips off his nose, and everyone’s shocked. The owner’s bleeding and screaming, but it’s too late. He never saw it coming. Why would he? He thought the dog was too weak to bite.” She licked her lips. “You’re that dog, Chloe.” “The worst villains aren’t the ones who fight loud and hard. They’re the ones who smile through every insult, nod through every slap. Because those are the ones calculating. They are watching, and waiting. And when they finally go for the kill, no one’s ready for it.”

“Fucking girl tried to run and you know how they love the chase.” The red haze in my vision darkened to crimson, picturing how terrified she must have been. The images of how fear would have flooded her big eyes kept playing in my mind. I swear to God, if those fuckers laid a single finger on her, I’d burn down their homes, their cities, and kill their families. “Where were you two?” I growled. “Did you lead them here? How come they didn’t kill you?” Bratva didn’t leave survivors. Just as none of us kingpins left witnesses behind. For a reason.

"Why does everyone always bully me? They are all so evil!" The amber glow of the streetlights spills across Luna's heavily flushed, tear-stained face, making her look incredibly fragile and profoundly wronged. Iris sighs, crouching down beside her. "Don't worry. People like that will eventually get what is coming to them." "No, they won't," Luna whispers, violently shaking her head. "The bad guys only ever get to live better lives." Iris doesn't respond. The truth is that Luna is absolutely right. In their twisted, elite world, the villains—the ones who possess zero regard for anyone else's suffering—almost always win.