Prison Break Villains Novels & Stories

"Let's just say, I have sources when it comes to getting my way. Besides, the two of you talk really loud. I was listening in on your conversation about finding Alpha Kael and how you are pregnant with his child,Of course, he doesn't know that. He is coming here with the thought of me killing yet another pair of innocent people. When he gets here, I'm going to surprise him by telling him about your little child, then while he is trying to get his mind together, I will kill you in front of him. After I kill you I will kill him and stack your heads side by side and send them to his pack." I shook my head, why do evil villains always tell the prisoner their evil plan? It's like they want it to

"Truman Bruce, younger brother of the late business tycoon Truman Truce, has been found dead inside his holding cell." I narrowed my eyes. Someone was already cleaning up loose ends. The reporter continued. "And police have arrested the suspected mastermind behind today's explosion, the notorious mafia leader, Pierre Antonio." Pierre... Whether he'd remain in custody was another matter entirely.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

He had just admitted to orchestrating Marcus Hale’s prison escape and the subsequent attack on our penthouse, all on the record, in front of the judge, jury, and the entire world. And he looked proud of it. I clutched my massive belly with both hands, heart hammering as one of our daughters kicked hard enough to make me wince. Damien’s eyes found mine across the chaos — dark, victorious, and burning with lethal promise. The not-guilty verdict on the murder charge still echoed, but Victor had just handed the prosecution a new weapon on a silver platter. The judge slammed her gavel repeatedly. “Order! Bailiffs, take Mr. Victor Voss into custody!”

Alexander's eyes swept the deck, recognizing faces from the most-wanted posters—murderers, thieves, the worst of the worst. There was Leighton, the infamous Bomber, with a rap sheet of explosions stretching into the double digits and a death toll to match. There was Alvin, the arms dealer, responsible for funneling weapons into Yarica. There was also Elena, the deadly Black Widow, weaving webs of deceit in marriages only to kill for cash. It was as if by some twisted stroke of fate, all those villains were packed into one place. Alexander pondered whether he should play the hero and rid the world of those vermin.

"That's the problem. The partner isn't in fashion. Isn't someone obvious. Brock said it was someone with connections to law enforcement. Someone who helped Shaw stay ahead of investigations for decades. Someone who can still hurt you even with Shaw in prison." My blood ran cold. "Did Brock say who?" "He was going to tell me. We had a meeting scheduled. But then the aquarium happened. Then he was arrested. Then I was in the hospital for three months recovering from what Salvatore's men did to me." Valerie's voice broke. "By the time I could visit Brock in prison, he refused to see me. Said I betrayed him by surviving when he lost everything. He won't tell me the name now. Won't tell anyone."

The villa had been secured since they arrived, but Sienna couldn’t shake the paranoia that lurked in the back of her mind. Damian stood by the massive fireplace in the study, his back to them, staring at the crackling flames. A glass of whiskey sat untouched on the table beside him. He turned when they entered, his expression grave. “We found him,” he said simply. Sienna’s breath caught. “Who?” Damian’s jaw tightened. “Vincent Morelli.” The name sent a chill down her spine. Morelli was a powerful businessman with deep connections to underground crime syndicates. He had been rumored to have a hand in everything from illegal arms dealing to political bribery. But why would he target them?

I sat beneath the golden light without saying a word and waited for death to arrive. Micah was forcibly pushed off the platform as the Supreme Court had reached its final stage and was about to announce the verdict. A cold, mechanical voice echoed through the hall, making everyone shudder. "Landon Schmidt fabricated evidence, committed countless murders, and committed treason. The final verdict is… guilty. His soul will be erased. No matter how many lifetimes pass, he will never be reborn in this nation. "Yvette Carter indirectly caused her mother's death. She extorted money, spread false accusations, and acted as an accomplice. The final verdict is… guilty. She's stripped of the right to be

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

My eyes, cold and calculating, flicked across the multiple feeds streaming in. The news I’d just received from Carter and Julian was heavy, a knot tightening in my gut. Easton Moore, Blaine Harrison, and Chris Salvatore were entangled in something far worse than petty crime—they weren’t simply traffickers or profiteers. These men had deep connections, and their ambition wasn’t limited to wealth. It involved terror, blood, and power in the United Vical. The stories that followed haunted me: the abduction of Senator Liam Cole’s daughter, the atrocity at Arsi Bar years ago, and the countless others left broken by their hands. Every detail was etched into my mind, every face a reminder of what I