Persona Villain Novels & Stories

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

The Villain I slam the door in his face and back away like it was an atomic bomb that might go off and take me with it. "Morgan," Gia hissed coming around the corner and seeing me staring at the door like it had grown a head and its own functioning body. "Was that the Alpha? Why the hell are you just standing there!" She opens the door and plasters on the brightest smile I've seen from her in my eighteen years of life. "Alpha Kaden! Welcome! I apologize for Morgan's behaviour her anxiety makes her do stupid things."

She looked at Angela with keen, scrutinizing eyes that made Angela's skin prickle. She said, "Natasha Maddison," and Angela could hear a small accent in her voice that she couldn't quite place. Possibly European. "I'm playing Veronica, the rival costume designer who tries to steal Sophia's designs and pass them off as her own." Keisha smiled and said, "The villain."

"You don't see me as a woman. The closest you relate me to being a female is as a pawn and you know I am more worthy to you as a man because then I can be your biggest weapon, You seem like the type who prefer business before pleasure no matter what persona you put on to deceive others." Vallas eyes widening was the only sign that betrayed his shock. "You seem to think you can read me very well." And he was really shock at the girl in front of him, she had correctly examined him, something which full grown men hasn't being able to do and yet this girl who was barely on the cusp of womanhood just did that. Vallas was feeling warmer to the idea of having Penelope by his side.

The sheer black tactical Kevlar she wore absorbed the warm nursery light, making her look like a completely untouchable shadow. "You are a pawn, Vivienne," Zara whispered smoothly, her velvet voice dripping with pure, psychological poison. "Elias Sterling doesn't share power with American socialites. He needed someone to test my Alpine security grid. If you pulled that trigger, the Valerius shadow guard would have slaughtered you before the shell casing even hit the floor. He sent you here to die." Vivienne's breath hitched in a sharp, terrified gasp. The absolute, undeniable truth of Zara's words completely shattered the heiress's mind. The delusion of becoming a billionaire queen vanished,

I wasn’t going to go down without a fight or dignity. “Natalia, daughter of the late Beta,” Vérin began. “You stand accused of impersonating the Luna.” My wolf stirred at the mention of my father, but I didn’t give them the reaction they hoped for. The air was heavy, thick with anticipation and something uglier—hunger. “Impersonating?” I arched a brow. “That’s new.” The game plan was simple. Control my wolf and my powers, argue my case, get to Cassian.

Hailey scooted closer to Giovanni, who's leaning to cut a piece of cake for her. 'They had the audacity to look like a married couple in front of me.' Jana hid her smile so hard. 'I don’t approve.' "You too, Ms. Queenie." Hailey said, "Giovanni said you've been interviewed countless times before." 'Yes, I've been there. Can't you believe it? Don't worry. I've got something else to confess; I'm the villain who is about to ruin your life. Ain't it fantastic? Don't hate me. It's not my own volition. You can't just leave me to die, right?' Jana nodded and lifted a corner of her mouth. "Hailey, nice meeting you."

“You are such a sweet boss.” Danielle declared on our way back from the party. “Sweet? You are ruining my reputation, woman. I am supposed to be ruthless.” I joked and she laughed heartily. “That’s just a fake personality that had long been forgotten. Trust me, nobody sees you as ruthless anymore. They are more likely see you as a lover boy now. You are to blame.” I couldn’t argue because she was right. “I like my new personality and it’s not fake at all! I love you and I want the whole world to know.”

Something she wouldn’t normally do if she knew who I was, but I knew her too well. Vanessa Virelli. Mafia princess. The pretty, well-known daughter of the mafia don—Damone Virelli. And the wife of… a man I thought wanted me years ago. “Ms. Jordyn?” She chimed sweetly, stretching her hand for a handshake as she halted in front of me. “It’s okay to call you that, right? You’re not married, are you?” That was a harmless question, but I took it slightly too seriously. It felt mocking to my ears hearing it come from her. Because she hadn’t only stolen my spot, but she'd also stolen the only dream I had years ago.

"Getting your dress was easy. When Neva asked Pierre for fashion help... well, he works for me." Calla did not look away. "So you steal dresses too. How special." "You should play a game." The woman said "I don't know how to play poker," Calla said flatly. The woman's eyes shone with fun. "I will teach you. Firstly People here call me 'The Viper.' You will learn my real name when you beat me." She looked at Pierre. "He will not speak and just incase you're wondering, he was my spy watching Killian and you. Why? Win a game and find out."