Scum Villain Novels & Stories

So, he calmly replied, "Oh my. My plan was busted." Goosebumps appeared on Slyvester's skin. Vincent pored at him and smirked. When it comes to being grumpy, Terban tops the list. If it's silly, Chaylen should take the rank one. But when it comes to being so cunning, then Vincent will take the crown. Vincent is one of those ardent guy who has yet to make plans to back down quickly. "Do you think I'll stop?" Vincent smiled. "As long as you are not married, I will be the great villain of your life." An evil grin spread on his lips.

I raised a brow, showing the fucker I was still very much alive and well. A smirk appeared at the corner of his lips like he was responding with “Not for long.” Asshole. Ignoring me, his attention went back to other members of our ward as he pushed off the wall. He walked up to us as he spoke. I scanned through the hall, sighting Leon before Ward three, speaking to them. His entire attention and seriousness were on what he was saying. A crow flag on his gear, at the exact spot our scorpion was. If someone told me the murderous freak that joked with me in the healer's section could turn out to be this serious? I would have honestly called their bluff.

He’d come a month ago and stepped out of the chaos of the hierarchy, and with him he took the Merdendi. He was not much different from any man who’d been in enough fight. But his eyes made him stand out. they were the worst kind of blue, odd and demanding. And they tended to look through a person rather than at them. The worst of it was how it often glowed in the dark. But oddest of him was the black scar that traveled up his left shoulder to end just beneath his jaw, a scar oddly clear even in this darkness. It concealed Gentri’s stupidity. It made him a walking terror. For no man should ever survive a stab in the jugular from a serrated blade. But he had. He’d survived it and killed the ma

mercenaries, numerous and well-equipped, attempting to completely suppress Victor and his men with heavy machine gun fire. “Damn it! Victor! You madman!” “Old Scar”—the burly captain with a face full of scars—was hiding behind a crane, roaring madly through a megaphone, “For a ‘dead man’! Is it fucking worth it?! The Council’s ‘immortality’! That’s ‘immortality’!” “Fuck your ‘immortality’!” Victor, half his body stained with blood, changed to a new magazine and fired wildly, “All I know is… debts must be repaid! It’s a matter of course!”

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

“Well, I'm glad you see me that way, if I don't give a fuck about this little bitch here, smacking his daughter on the smack then I am sure no one needs to tell you that I don't give a fuck about you or your ugly friend right here if you mess up, I won't hesitate to blow her brains off” “You are the ugly one, your soul is so dark that even hell will reject it after death,” Scarlett said angrily. I turned swiftly to look at her surprisingly because that will be the first time I will be hearing Scarlett utter such vulgarities with her mouth. “Look, who we have here, the whore to the walking beast, I'm sure if you can fuck that motherfucker of a man who calls himself Vicenzo, you will have no p

he asked, his brow furrowed. I struggled to catch my breath, the words spilling out in a hysterical rush. "I was abducted...by this scary, narcissistic guy with an eyepatch and his goons! They are dangerous, you have to help me!" The officer's expression shifted, a strange gleam entering his eyes. "You have come to the right place," he murmured, a chilling smile spreading across his lips. "I know who you are talking about, his name is Deangelo Luis Valladares, also known as Scorpion. He is the don of drugs and the most feared mafia in the city, and one of the four fathers."

In the midst of the fight, Scout Victor immediately signaled for the foreign woman who was lying on the ground to get away. Luckily, the woman was still able to avoid the scene of the fight even though she was limping. Several times the foreign pack members tried to approach the woman. But Scout Victor was able to block them. As the fight progressed, Scout Victor noticed that the men's faces were very familiar. Scout Victor frowned as he held back both hands of the opponents who wanted to hit him. "All of you. You're members of the Black Moon Pack, right?" Scout Victor held back. Yes, that's right. Scout Victor had heard of this pack. He knew that they were known to be heartless and cruel.

My voice was a low, dangerous growl. A shadow moved behind a large, gray rock and a man stepped out. He was tall, but his body was twisted. He had a long scar that ran from his ear to his chin, making his face look like it was held together by string. He wore a coat made of mismatched furs—some dog, some wolf, some deer. This was Vane. The man who had broken my ribs and left me to die in a ditch when I was just a boy. He was the leader of the "Scavengers," a group of rogues who did anything for a coin.

“What lover? Is she really a loose character girl, Vlad? You must have known about her character last night.” Vladimir clenched his fingers tightly into a fist and left to see his wife leaving his confusing father and angry brother behind. “Valentina!” Mia sneered at her cousin. “Stop asking stupid questions!” “What's stupid about this?” She asked. “We all know what kind of man Bratva Pakhan is? People call him the Sinner. And Rose, she is a plain Jane unlike me. But given his ugly Scarred features he could get only her.” Valentina let out a giggle as if she made the joke.