Scum Villain System Novels & Stories

This system was a cage, and we were all beasts fighting to rule it. “You can also lose points through failure,” Soren added, his voice cold. “Poor performance in trials, classes, or breaches of academy rules will cost you. Disgrace, such as refusing a challenge or hiding a mate bond, will strip you of status. The Scent Vault will ensure no secrets remain hidden.” My stomach twisted at the mention of mate bonds. My wolf stirred again, restless, and my mind went to Val without meaning to. The wolfsbane I’d found in his bag flashed in my mind, and my wolf growled, demanding answers.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

They were arrogant, fueled by the belief that their status made them untouchable. "We'll do it tonight, after my blessing," Vivica decided. Her voice was cold now, calculating. "Tormund won't realize that I'm gone if he's drunk, and he's been hitting the bottle harder than ever lately. We'll take her out to the Blackwood Ridge. The scavengers there will finish what we start. No body, no crime." I knew I had to act. My hands were tied behind my back with thick hemp rope, and my beast was suppressed by the head injury, but I was still a Lycan. I was still a daughter of the moon.

But the alley wasn't empty. A group of "Slivers"—low-level Scrapper thugs who traded in stolen Alpha-serum—emerged from the shadows. They were armed with rusted machetes and scavenged pulse-pistols, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and greed. "That's her!" one of the thugs yelled, pointing a shaking finger at me. "The Vane girl! The one the Syndicate put the bounty on! Ten million 'Shadow-Credits' for her head!" "Ten million?" I stepped forward, my hands igniting with a violet fire that turned the alleyway into a theater of shadows. "You think my life is that cheap?"

"Sir, I have heard about a new gang that has lately been too effective in Southeast Italy" Vincent frowned. "What is their name?" "The Scorpions. I have heard that despite being a newbie they plan and make their moves like a pro. Recently they have robbed around two thousand banks and killed all the secret agents, cops and even the spies of the Italy's intelligence agency. Everyone is in shock as to how come they can even recognise them. The country's intelligence agency had shared the latest information about this gang. The gang becomes active only at night but makes his secretive and fatal move. They love bloodthirst like vampires as they would kill their enemies in the most inhuman and me

She stepped forward and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you breaking into our house?" "What are we doing? You must be Maison, then. Cooperate with us, and we'll take no action. Don't cooperate with us, and we'll do whatever we want. "Let me introduce myself; my name is Scar Cuddy. Yes, Scar. Like scars from a knife wound. I've killed around ten people. I hope you won't be my next victim." Scar looked fierce, and his words sounded terrifying. Most importantly, he terrified Maison. She felt nervous.

He always did. Damian had already begun digging into Victor’s operations, hacking into his systems, and bypassing the layers of security that Victor had carefully constructed around his empire. The more Damian uncovered, the clearer it became—Victor wasn’t just a ruthless competitor; he was a criminal, a man willing to destroy anyone who stood in his way, no matter the cost.

She felt like the system would say something unwelcome next and true enough, her hunch did not fail her. '...I don't care about that. I won't do that again!'