Sludge Villain Novels & Stories

“Hope you got a solid prenup in place. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, well you know what they say. You don’t want to get swindled out of another several million by another Russo.” “No prenup. I trust her,” Cielo says, grinning like he just won the fucking lottery. “Shut the fuck up, Cielo,” Sly says. I raise my eyebrows, turn to him. “While your concern for our welfare is touching, it’s really none of your business, Nicholas. Valentina Russo is none of your business, not anymore. I know you had a thing for protecting her growing up, but those days are over.” My jaw ticks and I know Sly doesn’t miss it, but he, unlike his son, is too controlled to give anything away. “While we’re

One boast to an associate with access to the business school and the truth would come crashing down. “He scored 4.93.” “Useless!” His growl was accompanied by a heavy blow to my jaw that made my vision go blank, the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth. A kick to my stomach followed, and my face twisted in a wince. “You let the Devereaux kid walk all over you and spit on my legacy. Have you no shame, you lazy thing!” Slade panted, probably exhausted from all the screaming and shouting. “You both are as useless as your mother. Mediocre and unpleasant to look at.”

Then another. Within only a few minutes, Slade had an entire pile of dead witches, in a heap, right beside the pile of dead werewolves. Slade was on a rampage. This was his revenge. He lunged towards the Brotherhood of Breeders. They stood frozen, eyeing him with fear, their hands cupped over their private parts. Slade lowered his head and sniffed one of their legs. He had pissed himself, probably out of fear. Slade sniffed all the way up his body, until his nose was just inches with the man’s face.

The trusted advisor attempted to dissuade Slav from embarking on the perilous journey. Slav deftly evaded a strike, acknowledging Zar's concerns. "I understand your apprehension," he replied with a sidestep. "But trust me, I won't be caught. I'll return unscathed, bearing a wolf-blood as proof. You'll see," he reassured his companion, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

Schnell before. “But,” he continued, “zince the zychic creations of the Dirt are very real, efen if objective morality ist not, our S.H.A.D.E team vill no doubt haf its hands full handling the Dirt’s judgments on their own life choices. Mine should be particularly dishturbing with the things I have done, ja?” Here, he paused to laugh an actual Hollywood villain laugh that gave me goosebumps and would have put Vincent Price to shame.

She smiled, "Imagine accusing I and the vice president of something like that. Do you know you can lose your position at NAD because of this?" He smiled at her too, "what is my position at NAD to me when I could make millions from selling the pictures I have of you both? And also I know you were the scientist behind plasmodyl, the killer drug." "Name your price?" He laughed, the idiot actually dared laugh at her, "what makes you think I want money? Like I said on the phone, I'm a secret admirer." He took her hand that was on the table and this time she did spit her drink... On him.

There was silence for a moment before Slade continued. "He is careless. He's using you, and you are letting him. Mark my words, the moment he gets what he wants he will disappear and never look back at you; you, who would be the sole reason for his prospective powers. That guy only cares about revenge. It's pathetic if you ask me. I, on the other hand...I would never treat you so poorly. You will get the respect that you deserve should you choose to work with me." Willow remained silent, her gaze fixed on her shoes that seemed to walk on their own accord.

’ ‘Red: I admired her before, but I don’t like her anymore. ‘Sylvia is a whore: You like that whore? You don’t have good taste. She’s a whore who seduces married men or rich heirs.’ ‘Badbitch: She is a whore, seducing someone else’s fiancé and marrying him.’ ‘Sylvia whore: I heard that Miss Ruth Cunningham was engaged to Mr. Tony before, but suddenly Mr. Tony announced her as his wife. This woman is really skilled.’ ‘Slut: How much does a night cost, @Sylvia?’

"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!]

Someone I'm not sure I can fully trust. Slade.