Supervillain Books Novels & Stories

Zhi Ruo rambled on with no signs of stopping. "Consort Feiyan, is literally the reason he could even become emperor, now he is being one sided because some new ass's father could help him expand his territory. Tch, he is worse than scum." {Novels are written this way because readers like a cold, strong, motionless main character with goals only to be at the top turning a blind eye to what's really happening around them. Such stories sell well that brings about the creation of abused cannon fodders to make the plot more dramatic. Host would be able to deal with these kinds of trashy main characters once she starts her mission, and this esteemed being is ready to back her up all the way.} The

I looked for his large black wolf again, and was relieved to see he was still fighting. Another howl went up, and the Crescent’s moved in with yet more vampires. They came in from behind the general that was conjuring the disablement charm and began to savagely tear through any mage they could get their fangs, swords or claws into. The surprise had worked again, and Atlas took the opportunity to rip the head of the general that had been doing the disablement charm. Immediately the effects of the charm ended. The warriors that were now freed, attacked the mages with a new ferocity that took my breath away. I saw at least 20 mages fall.

Daniela Barnett pushed up her glasses again and said calmly, "Enough with the boasting. I've seen your grades, and I don't recall you getting an A++ in calculus." I rolled my eyes subtly. "So, what response were you expecting when you asked about my grade?" Resting her chin on her hand, Daniela Barnett scrutinized me. "You're quite audacious. Few students speak to a professor like this." Naturally, I respected her as a professor. But Daniela Barnett... I just couldn't see her as a professor. Regarding the six protagonists, including Quentin Bennett, in that dreadful book, I despised them all, without exception. I detested Quentin Bennett's promiscuity and loathed the aggression and dominance

"I told you not to lie Felecia... If you thought you would have died a swift death then you are completely out of your mind. This is just a mere formality to get you to confess your sins. Because we know all the atrocities you have caused and the devastations you left behind. It will take you a while to recover from those marks so I will tell them what you did after murdering the damned. How it was not enough for you. You became immortal and under normal circumstances,it should have been more than enough for any mortal but definitely not you Felecia, you had to go on a killing spree. This monster hunted down pregnant women and by the time she felt satiated, she had a total number of 600 dead

The real Bella. I immediately recognized that familiar looking book. I saw it among Bella's book collection when I first came into this world. It stood out due to its large size. But I had never opened it before. The title of that book was 'The Darkest Art.' I mean, even the title was suspicious. So what do you expect me to do? Call me silly, but I learned from 'Harry Potter' not to open any suspicious looking book. Who knows what's inside? Considering Bella's character, it could be housing the soul of a random dark lord for all I know. So, of course I didn't want to take the risk.

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.

“Sorry for worrying you.” I couldn’t have found myself in a worse situation and I was silently cursing myself for ever picking up one of these trashy books. Reading about the abused slave girl and actually seeing it for myself was something I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for. I knew that sort of thing was wrong, but all of these books were the same – a female protagonist who was abused or humiliated, discarded or unwanted. It made you sympathise with them, becoming invested in their journey as they rose to power. Only... that journey was now going to lead to my own demise.

Liara asked, knowing that no one could hear their conversation. "You look like a witch." He responded, widening Liara’s eyes. What kind of compliment was that? "I mean, from the moment my eyes landed on you. I can’t see anything else," he explained, pressing his lips on her hair. "Fucking enchantress!!" Liara smiled at his weird compliment. At first, the witch then became an enchantress. The Enchantress was a supervillain appearing in American comic books published by DC Comics. She couldn’t understand whether he was trying to impress her or insult her.

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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.