Perfect Villain Novels & Stories

"Is it because of that maid? That ridiculous, plain, ugly girl? Is she the reason you treat me this way? You can't possibly like her over me, Michael. She's nothing! I'm prettier, more refined-then why? Why do you do this to me?" Michael's lips curled into a sardonic smile, his emerald eyes flashing with cold amusement. He couldn't believe the kind of political arrangement his parents had gotten him into. And while it was for the betterment of his people and political career, he could never imagine himself sticking with a bitch like Daphne. The girl was rude, and stuck up to the core. He took a deliberate step closer, his towering presence radiating disdain. "If I were to choose, Daphne," he

“But it’s misplaced. Dorian isn’t the hero you’ve thought for so long. He’s a coward, hiding behind his title and his pack. He's a coward hiding behind his father Adolphus Alexander..... And you? You’re nothing more than a pawn in his game. A pawn in the council's game. A tool to be used and discarded when you’re no longer convenient.” Irwin’s hands balled into fists, the spell chains tightening painfully around her wrists. “You don’t know anything about him,” she hissed. “Dorian is a better man than you could ever hope to be. He’s not perfect, but he’s honorable. Something you wouldn’t understand.” Valen’s smile vanished, replaced by a cold, steely expression. He crossed the room in two str

Now she wanted that guy even if he wasn't a unique thing but he had done many mistakes and so now she wanted to see his happy life crumbling down. The other guy wasn't bad too or that was what he thought but he wanted that particular male to cry and feel the pain that he had felt in his childhood. He couldn't forget the promise that he did and he would do anything to get that done. The most dangerous villain was the one who knew his opponent's weaknesses and was always focused on getting to his opponent's weaknesses. Sadly, they both knew the weakness of their enemy. They weren't two small enemies but rather choose to be one big evildoer.

"Let's see what we're doing for today." I clicked a folder on my computer. Employment process and staff checks. The main goal is to fish out Thor's pawns and eliminate them. But how will I know when he always makes sure to avoid suspicion? I twirled on my chair as if it'll make my thought process faster, it did. I stopped and opened a new page on the computer, typed in childhood. Thor doesn't recruit loyal people, he recruits people he has something against. People with something to lose, people like me.

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

It wasn't the first time, though. I was planning to attack him first, but then a brilliant idea came to me. His father. His attention would definitely be on me just like it had always been. It's just that ever since this psycho became like this, his father's attention had slowly shifted from me to him. It was never part of my plan. He's just like his foolish prostitute of a mother, stealing what's mine from me.

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.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

"Is that meant to comfort me?" "No. It's meant to be honest with you, because I think you've had entirely too many people in your life offering comfortable answers instead of true ones." Something fierce and protective moved behind Sophia's careful composure. "But I will say this. If you release him to protect him, that's not weakness, Amber, whatever it might feel like in the moment. That's precisely the kind of choice the novel never once credited either of us with being capable of making. Love that chooses someone else's safety over its own wanting. I don't think that's the mark of a villain, whatever role either of us was written to play." Chloe felt something in her chest loosen slightl

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."