Systemless Villain Novels & Stories

“You feed on her.” “She writes. You circle,” another added. “Vulture man. Always at the edge of the page, waiting for the Author’s soul to starve itself enough to fall into your mouth.” Corvin’s jaw clenched. “I did not make this grave,” he said. “I did not build this world. The system did. With her words, yes. With others’. But do not mistake my presence for ownership.” “You always do this,” the villain said. “Find the Key. Promise them you’ll save them. Drink their pain like wine when you fail. Repeat.”

Jealousy is in your DNA, suck it up brat! "Pfft." My brother and I giggled. After I was freed from my chains a while ago, I stood up and tilted my head from left to right. Haru massaged his sore wrists as well as his neck. "Kill? Such an understatement. Vallers don't die, criminals do!" I tittered, "Just as you have said a while ago, Lord of Crimes, a villain's silence is a warehouse of sins. This is your retribution!" I added.

“You’re not afraid.” Selene shook her head. “No.” Ryan muttered, “Villains are never afraid.” Selene corrected him. “I’m realistic.” She gestured toward the giant market screen. “Whether it’s Obsidian or Adrian Hale…” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “…someone will control the next financial system.” Daniel whispered, “She’s right.” Ryan leaned toward him. “Please stop agreeing with the villain.” Daniel sighed. “I’m agreeing with the math.” Emily looked at Adrian carefully. “And what do you want?”

Alessandro’s dealth. Amara’s suffering. And I would walk away untouched. Because the best villains never dirty their hands. They just make sure everyone else does.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

“Do they think I don’t see it? Every story, every post, every news segment, they’re glorifying him and mocking us. Me!” Robert sighed, his normally commanding voice now strained. “Victor, listen. The facts are...” “I don’t care about your facts!” Victor shouted, pacing the room, boots echoing on the marble floor. “The world will see him as perfect. As clever. As untouchable. And me? The golden wolf? The one who bled for this family? I am the villain! The world sees me as a tyrant, a monster! And all because of him!” Robert sighed heavily on the phone , trying to maintain authority, but even he knew Victor had slipped into something darker, something uncontrollable.

She gasps in shock, "A foreigner's tale? Please tell Ning'er about it!" I scratch my head, "Er..." The male lead has a strange fetish, where he enjoys inflicting pain on others. The female lead falls for his disputable traits anyways. The relationship was preposterous to begin with! I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book!

Without him, the warmth that had been stroking every inch of my flesh had turned freezing cold. I couldn't help but stare at him as he threw something at a cage with metal bars. I nearly covered my mouth as I took in the scene. Levine Klementine, the supposedly mysterious young man who was reported to break his family's curse and the sole surviving member in the past and present, is definitely lethal-looking, but he also had a charming side. His aura is threatening to kill anyone at any time, much like any vampire would, like Xander. Unfortunately, the young vampire is currently staring into my wider eyes, so I am unable to look at Xander's mouth or even hear what he is saying to him while h

Killing intent and bloodlust flowed off of him as he spoke in a sinisterly low register, "Now leave before I kill you." Tyler booked it without a single word, and Cyrus made his way back to me. By the time he sat on my lap, his eyes were back to normal and his face was back to its regular neutral expression. I pulled him to my chest, considering what I just saw. I might've been angry, but Cyrus had been murderous. And something told me he wouldn't hesitate to fulfill his threat either. Sleep deprivation, migraines, battle experience, fear of touch, and now a temper. And this seemed like the tip of the iceberg. My mate's back story was starting to worry me. He seemed to have been through quit

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?