Persona Villain Novels & Stories

But it's so hard to prove that, that was not my identity, I just assumed to be the person who doesn't want to be seen as bad, who knows she could switch at any time into anything she wanted… Anyone she wanted infact. I had to impersonifsy the real Vittoria here.. I had to live my life for her, my whole existence for her, and still she treats me like scrap. And for her boss… He couldn't care less when I know so well that he made me an orphan… She wasn't his child, he just trusted her enough to make her his second image so he also wouldn't be seen for who he really is. So he also would be able to change into anything he wanted…

Andrea silently recalled and screamed on her head. “You lied. You told me and Trina once that you are an Imperial. We asked and you said, you are Miguel Imperial.” Andrea voiced out instead. She argued after contemplating. “I am. As so you know, I’m Allen Miguel Imperial – Jackson.” “What the –” Andrea was stunned and couldn’t argue any longer. She doesn’t know what to say and what to feel. She was out of words, because the truth is, she felt so anxious for she never expect that she is keeping not only a stunning and handsome guy in their small apartment, but a billionaire one.

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”

Alexa replied as she smoothed the black dress which had some orange feathers at the nape. "Ahhh, you can't play the villain, Alexa. You are just breaking in to the industry and you want to play such a hated character, you would just get criticism and hate," Mary was really worried. In her opinion, the villainess was really the most hateful character in the series. "Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,”

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

My black stilettos clacked against the polished stage as I twirled once more, the hem of my glittering outfit glimmering like broken stars. “Look at her, man. No one moves like that,” another voice drawled from the crowd, his tone dripping with greed. They didn’t know me. None of them did. The name "Ivory" was a shield I wore, keeping my real identity buried beneath layers of lies. If they knew who I really was, Serena Vales, daughter of Beta Harrison Vales of the Lupine Pack, I wouldn’t have made it this far. This mask wasn’t just my protection; it was my salvation.

He plastered her profile with, fake school incidents, club VIP entries, luxury vacations, purchases of designer bags, charity scandals, influencer rumors, random petty gossip, dramatic public breakdowns, paparazzi sightings, drunk escapades, the perfect mask. The perfect decoy. The Elena the world mocked. The Elena no one would believe capable of killing a powerful councilman. Or dismantling a dozen armed men in the dark. Or hacking her way into the NSA database at sixteen. Jace sat back, breathing hard. “Try digging now,” he whispered, smirking darkly. “See what trash you find.” He activated a shield sweep. Anyone who dug deeper would get looped back to Elena’s fake socialite persona. A com

Author's POV "Who are you and what do you want?" Valerina looked at the man scared. He has long dirty beard and hair like he haven't taken a bath for days. Tall but slim with shabby clothes. "Carlos, kiddo... People call me Carlos!" He chuckled maniacally and her eyes widened. "You!" She looked at him in disbelief. "Aahhaa... You seem to know me" He laughed. "I must say" She flinched back with disguist when he circled her and tried to touch her hair.

It made him furious to think about the scars he’d seen on her skin and the shadows living behind her pretty glass-green eyes. But his woman was a fighter. She’d survived unimaginable things, and it only made her stronger. So would the truth. She survives the portal. She survived the human realm, and God knows what more. "Yes," Vergel rasped, one fist closing around the grease-stained rag. "I won’t push you, Pearl, but I think you’ll discover a great many things about yourself based on what you rightfully are—a powerful hybrid woman with many talents." His focus was piercing as he stared across the distance between them and gave her a little more truth. "You are one, just like your father bef

Why he would prefer a poor girl like her? She wondered if he had a family? Will they ever approve of her? Why he was so determined on having her? She was not that special. Not even a face to die for or either a figure to drool over. She was just Veronica, a poor girl struggling to meet her ends. But he had a personality like a king, with broad shoulders and so much power. He could crush anyone he wanted. He turned around and found her looking at him with those gleaming, wide eyes.