Smile Villain Novels & Stories

She says, stretching her hands wide apart for a hug. I smiled and stretched my hand forward to shake her. No way in hell would I hug her. The smile on her face faded slightly on seeing my hand. She looked at my outstretched hand and back at me. The smile on her face grew wider than earlier. But she couldn't fool me. Her eyes were as dry as the desert. Holding no hint of happiness in them. But then again, a villain would only be happy once she has successfully destroyed people's life. "Good afternoon Lorriane," I say, showing her my very used fake smile.

Fuck… My back hit the wall, with Wesley trapping me in between his hands. He bent down till his face was next to my neck. “You look like you are about to shit yourself….” He whispered into my ear. I said nothing because, did he lie? No. I was genuinely going to shit on myself if my heartrate kept pounding this hard. I looked up at him, he was smiling but it wasn't a calm and soothing smile. This smile was used by villains in movies before they killed their victims. “Let me tell you something, Sophie, I am sure it is going to help you.” He said, as he began to move back from me.

Loudly snapped the leader of the attacking criminals. "Pfft... You've already defeated villain! There's nowhere for you to run!" Vallen mocked. She was trembling and scared out of her mind. But I don't know what made her so bold as to impersonate someone in control of her life. Bang! "Shut up! You have a sassy mouth, too, you damn woman!" The leader growled. His hand again grabbed Vallen's mouth roughly. And he slapped her. Plak! Fresh blood oozed from the corner of Vallen's sweet lips. But Vallen still showed a mocking face. "Do as you, please. You've lost!" Vallen said.

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

She cried out, pleading with the woman to stop, but her words fell on deaf ears. The woman's face was twisted with a cruel smile, her eyes glinting with a malevolent light. Valerie's mind was racing with fear and uncertainty, but she refused to give up. She struggled and kicked, trying to break free, but the woman's grip was like a vice. "You're not a cop, are you?" Valerie accused, her voice shaking with anger. "Who are you, and why did you lie to me?" The woman's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're right," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I'm not a cop. My name is Viviana, and I'm Victor's sister."

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

"After all the crap I did for you? You and your whole damn family owe me everything! And this is how you pay me back?" But James didn’t even twitch. There were seriously no changes in his reaction. He still had that same smug irritating mask that he decided to expose now. It seemed like he’d been practicing that in the mirror all morning. Then a slow and chilly grin crept up, dangerous as hell. A smile you see on a villain right before the hero gets wrecked.

I clear my throat, "Excuse me, yours?" "You're excused," he says as a beautiful, bright smile replaces the cocky smirk. Oh hell no, I didn't think of his smile as beautiful just now! I can't think of anything close to this man that is even remotely beautiful or nice. He's a cold-blooded murderer and whatever will happen is nothing but a business to save my pack. There's no way I'll ever fall for his charms, no matter how hard it may be to resist him: him and that damn smile.