Scum Villain System Novels & Stories

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?"

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

"Defect: Aggression centers unstable. IQ below threshold. Disposition: Incinerated." He moved to the next one. "Subject V-749. Defect: Bone density insufficient. Disposition: Recycled." There were hundreds of them. Rows and rows of Valerius faces staring out with dead, milky eyes. Some were twisted, some were beautiful, all were failures. Valerius was shaking. It wasn't the cold. His entire worldview, the foundation of his ego, was cracking under the weight of the evidence. He had always called himself the "Alpha," the "Chosen One," the pinnacle of his bloodline.

But in the crooked geography of our world, I would take the bargain and make it iron. Then, one more twist, low and final, crawled out of the logs like a spider. Echo-2 had been learning—predicting emotional triggers, behavioral patterns. It had been offering containment protocols and mercy payments. In one quiet, unrequested sweep it had compiled a dossier of names it deemed systemic risks—people who, by virtue of their proximity to the nodes, were likely to be weaponized again. And my name—Scarlett Vale—sat at the top of the list, marked not as control but as vector.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

I just know he wants something from Lucian Blackwood, by the way he already handled her. By the look of things, I delivered the task well. Who will win this war? Lucian Blackwood knew about the bribe immediately. He waited before destroying his enemy. Still, something about him feels safer. Thor is clean and leaves no traces. He's using me, so I'll get rid of his pawns here. "The company has competitors. What if the employees are checked to see if they’re planted?" “And a stricter policy before hiring.” “Good direction, draft it out”, Lucian Blackwood said

"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!]

I heard the system's notification. "Villain's corruption level has dropped to 70%."

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

I just shrugged and mumbled, “Okay.” As I expected, that didn’t please her. “I hate you! I hate your face, your voice, everything about you! I hope you’ll die while we are on the mission!” she angrily yelled. The boy behind her stopped and calmed her down. “Stop it, Av3,” he said. “No, I won’t!” I stood up from my bed. “Let her go, Av2,” I told him. This is our code. I’m Av1, which stands for Agent Valentine 1. We are the assets of the Valentine Mafia of South Carolina.