Scum Villain Novels & Stories

He broke into a lewd chuckle, his face distorted with sleaze. With a lascivious smile and a filthy and repulsive glance, the man with the scarred face remarked, "A pretty boy like you defending her, huh? She's quite the looker. How about selling her to me?" Ember was disgusted. She responded with a spat and was ready to retort. However, Caleb swiftly took her hand and motioned for her to keep silent. They were in a dangerous situation. Provoking the man may have disastrous repercussions. Caleb's public presence had made him a recognizable figure. A confidant of the scar-faced man whispered to him, presumably informing him of Caleb's identity.

He killed his own father for heaven's sake. In the novel, he was described as someone who didn't feel any guilt, sorrow, or love and has a hobby of torturing his prisoners. But of course, it changed when he met the heroine. I didn't think it was love, but he became quite obsessed with the heroine and did all sorts of crazy things in order to possess her. The point is, he was a devil with the face of an angel. And that devil was currently standing in front of me. How come the villain and the villainess met at the marketplace? Fuck! This isn't supposed to happen!

"Your only choice is to kill me—I'm the enemy, aren't I?" I ignore her and turn to Natasha, who glares down at Scylla. "If you're a human now, then you don't possess any threat to me. And something tells me the worst punishment would be to let you live. Tell me, how does it feel to be a normal human, huh?" Scylla's face turns pale. "No, you have to kill me!" Natasha shakes her head. "No." "But I'm on Scarlett's side, and she is the true enemy—she is looking for you, you know? Since my pearl is destroyed, she needs a new weapon, and your mate is the perfect soldier! She will come for you!"

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

Benjamin asks and he was right, my father is one of the most capable leaders in the mafia and he handles the business very delicately. "Only a few people has met the Scorpian. I and Liam Harris are one of them but Liam doesn't know the secret which may bring down the Red Skulls to their ruins but I do. Unfortunately, the Scorpian had a single child, a pathetic girl, a bane in the mafia world. A man whore like him could only produce a single child that too is a girl who is the rightful owner of his assets, his wealth and most important,his title. Liam tried to take his position but you see how he ended up and now it's my turn to take over what is rightfully mine not that bitch's." He snarls i

Upon meeting the face of the man right in front of me, my heart didn't skip a beat; it hammered with annoyance. Alpha Dendrick… the evil bastard. I knew there was something off about him, with all that whispering at the auction hall. Scar on his left eye, brown orbs, thick eyebrows, gray beard. The same despot who had robbed me of my joy. The villain who had callously snuffed out my only source of happiness. Bastard! Devil! Scoundrel! His jaw clenched as he glowered down at me, and I wished I had the guts to sock him right in the kisser.

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

"Any action that prevents the host from obtaining their reward after mission completion constitutes an S-class violation." "So, it was erased from existence… and I survived?" "You could put it that way," the voice continued. "Unit 734 was a low-tier system compromised by severe systemic flaws. Its original parameters were meant to guide you toward voluntarily choosing to remain in the novel world. Instead, it resorted to concealment, deception, and coercion in an attempt to trap you there. This was a direct violation of the Operative Protection Accord." "A protection accord?" I let out a bitter laugh. "I was tortured for three miserable years. You call that protection?"