Qu Villain Novels & Stories

“Marvel, have you investigated Varga and Arwin Holt?” Leonel asked, sitting in his large, imposing chair. “Yes, Sir,” Marvel replied. “What are the results?” Leonel inquired. “I couldn’t find those identities. However, there is a name of one of Jordan Valchev’s men with that alias,” Marvel explained. Leonel narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his chair. A cold glint flickered in his gaze, signaling the rapid pace of his thoughts.

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

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

The victory felt hollow. I rolled onto my side, the sheets tangling around my legs, my jaw tightening as a singular image surfaced from the murky depths of my subconscious. Valerie Quinn. She appeared unbidden, clear as high-definition footage. Calm. Calculated. Terrifyingly composed. She had a face that belonged on a statue and eyes that saw too much. She was too steady for someone who had crossed as many lines as she had for me. Most people in her position would be shaking, looking for the exit. Valerie didn’t look for exits; she looked for leverage.

Faustino replied running a thumb through his jaw relaxing in his leather chair. " We will get even. What are the acquaintance are for? Valerio won't let them breath now." Adraino chuckled darkly knowing well about the man in subject. Valerio Valentine, was the heir of the next notorious familigia in Italy. He was know best for holding grudges, you mess with him and he will not spare you until you take your last breath. Cunning, ruthless, psychopath, sociopath , inhuman whatever the other evil name Valerio owned it all. Valentine's and Pietro's were like a family from generation . They both have each other's back at every situation. Adriano however was not a fan of Valerio Valentine. He just

I didn't know how they were, I was worried that anything could happen and I was probably the weakest there. As I walked into the villa, I saw more armed men. We opened the door, went inside and I asked him, "Who are we going to see, Anthony?" "Queen.... Queen Scorpion," he replied. I gasped in surprise, "Queen Scorpion? You mean the vicious leader of the Black Scorpions?" I heard someone laughing from a distance and when I turned, I saw a young beautiful girl say, "I would hardly describe myself as someone vicious." I smiled, Umm... Hi, sorry, are you....."

As I previously informed this man, they will just use their alias. “If it's okay with you Allison, may I ask you a question?” I snicker at his inquiries. I smile though and add, "You're already asking me, Valen," but all he does is lift both of his eyebrows in a body language that I find hysterically amusing. Yet, his current appearance can make up for his odd nature. When he acts and says things that aren't funny but eventually manages to make me laugh at it, he's like a stunning prince. Like a prince in this empire who is distinct from our crown prince.

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.