The Novel Villain Novels & Stories

I nodded back at him before turning around and pretty much fleeing the scene, all the while feeling his eyes burning holes into the back of my head until I shut the door to the kitchen behind me with a dull thud. "What even was that?" Raymond asked as soon as we were in the safety of the kitchen, handing the cleaning supplies to Jamie who quietly left us alone. "I don't know," I admitted, shaking my head. "He is an Alpha, Ray. An Alpha to a whole entire pack. And he stood up for me. Plain, old me! He was ready to start an all our war if this guy who was probably someone from his pack hadn't intervened. Can you believe that?" I ranted, eyes wide with disbelief. The more I thought about it, th

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

Something isn't right, I thought, standing up abruptly and pacing over to the window. Viktor kept losing track of the Rossi family. First it was Maxillo, and now even Elora and the Doctor had slipped through his fingers. And through it all, Novel was out there, unprotected and alone. I paced back and forth across the rug, my heart heavy with growing panic. Could Novel actually be right? Was I the blind fool who refused to see the truth? What if Viktor really was the enemy? “Mmmm,” I groaned softly, rubbing my temples in sheer exhaustion.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench. Black veins climb her throat to her jaw. The veins are mine, in nine years, if I am not careful. "My name is Morrigwen, host. I was the first. The Salt Throne was mine. I burned it down. I burned my own children. The pearl made me hungry and I ate everyone I had ever loved and then I ate the kingdom and then I ate the continent and then there was nothing left but the trench it sent me back to. I have been here for eighteen thousand years. I have been waiting to tell someone

Dania frowned, then stepped back, preparing theirself mentally to listen to her comment. One of the things they did apart from chatting or doing lecture assignments was discussing any novels and films, including the web novel by Dania that was just launched two months ago and immediately received an exclusive contract offer from the platform. Their web novel took a genre that was currently popular: isekai in which the main character was being a villain who tried to follow the plot correctly. However, what distinguishes this story from other stories was the complexity of the plot and the feelings of each character, as well as the lack of the main character's desire to save his life, which was

"Many are terrified of his presence alone but there is no better marriage partner far-fetched than him. He is known as the 'Demon of the battlefield' but of course, he didn't get that title for no reason. He---" "Wait--!! Okay stop! I get it! I get it!" I cut him off as I covered his lips with my hands. I let out a huge sigh and gave in to my trembling knees. How could I not? He is my most favorite character in this novel! Just how could I forget about him?! "What's wrong, Your Highness?" I shook my head and buried my face on my face. Evander bent down in front of me with a concerned expression. I lifted my face and tried to change the topic.

He was supposed to be the hero. Seraphine is the real villain in the story. She and her evil uncle. Jason was just a weak victim, and now they could navigate his emotions any way they wanted.

[Roman's POV] After leaving the club, I went straight to the dungeon. Calling it a dungeon was probably generous. It was an underground prison beneath my house, built to keep certain problems away from prying eyes. The government couldn't meddle in my business if they didn't know where to look. I couldn't afford to leave clues behind. The place was dark, cold, and unpleasant enough to make most people turn around the moment they stepped inside. But whoever was brought down here never came out alive.