Pure Villain Novels & Stories

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he breathed, dragging the blunt side of the knife handle lightly across my bare skin, “once he sees you, naked and waiting, with my mark all over you.” My blood ran cold. “You’re delusional,” I choked out. Vlad pulled back, chuckling deep in his chest. “Oh, I am going to be so much more than delusional, little whore. I’m going to be the next Pakhan. I will kill Giovanni today. Avenging my sister, taking his throne, and then,” he paused, looking me up and down with chilling possession, “I will make you the most famous, desired whore in the entire organization. You’ll be wearing my collar within the week.”

the question escaped her mouth before she could even think. Valentina smirked inwardly. Sometimes the goodness inside people could be very dangerous for them. Rose was truly a pure soul. Pure and Stupid. And it was her stupidity, which will help Valentina to play on! “No!”

He just laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made my skin crawl. "Kitten, I'm anything but ugly," he purred, his grin a cruel slash across his face. "In fact, I'd say I'm quite a sight." I took a step forward, the pity in my eyes a deliberate weapon. "I honestly thought you couldn't get any worse, but you keep proving me wrong," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I have never met anyone as utterly vile as you. You deserve to rot in hell for all your sins, and I feel no shame in saying that. All my life I've never wished ill on anyone, but you...you are such a disgrace to humanity that you've made me wish for nothing but your death, or a fate far worse."

"Why him? What do you want?" Pristine didn't flinch. She rather went around her wine, her eyes glinting with an uninterpretable something. "I have encountered bad men all my life, Vincent. Men who will do anything to acquire power and money. Men without principles, without boundaries that they won't cross. You know the type, you've lived among them, haven't you?" Her words were a hook, but I didn't take the bait. I merely raised an eyebrow, waiting. "But Damien…" she continued, her voice running into a tone that was like describing something marvelous. "Damien built power and wealth from the ground up without giving up anything. Without selling his soul. He's a new type of man, something I'v

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Two empty pits filled with pain and rage. "Finally," she purred, her voice smooth like velvet over broken glass. "You came." I took a step back. "Who are you?" Her laugh was low and bitter. "You know exactly who I am, sweetheart." "Marcus's wife." Her smile vanished. "His name is Daniel not Marcus." The words hit me like a slap. "What?" "Marcus Hale is a liar. A carefully built mask." Jaden moved closer, positioning himself like a shield. "Who the hell are you?"

The system remained silent for a moment before a new text scrolled across my vision. `Villain name: Kaelen.` `Status: Illegitimate Prince of the Veridian Empire.` `Objective: Ensure his survival. His death might lead to you dying here, unable to return to your world. I gasp. Kaelen? Illegitimate prince of the Veridian Empire? I freaking know that name. So they weren't just random fantasy labels. How could I forget 'Blood Oath: Save the Villain', a ridiculously difficult otome game I had been obsessed with. The one where the "villain," Prince Kaelen, was a tortured, morally character who, if not guided correctly—never done that—would inevitably unleash a wave of destruction upon the kingdom,

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

I was expecting him to stand up and charge at me but he laid there on the ground like a pussy holding on to his broken nose. I hated assholes like this who only possessed power when it came to taking advantage of defenceless women. “Who the fuck are you?!” His voice sounded more like he was whining like a scared pussy. I knelt before him, pulling him up through the collar of his shirt as his head hung almost limply. “Do you know the one thing I hate more than cheats? It's scumbags like you who try to take advantage of women!” I yelled as I punched him again. “Don't you fucking know what a ‘no’ means?” Another punch. “It,” punch. “Means,” punch. “She's not,” another punch. “Interested,” punch