The Villain Book Novels & Stories

Priscilla tried to maintain her calm demeanor even though she was internally freaking out right now. Shadow clenched her jaw and bravely flipped open the book as the red glow emitted from the book. “Shadow!” “Sister!” Aidan and Firash weren’t sure about this. Ignoring them, Shadow recalled what she had learned from her previous superior named Uncle Zan. Priscilla and Midas looked at her with full expectation as they waited for what she had to say. Shadow continued on. “Frankly, I am not so sure myself. These relics give off a certain energy that my body is accustomed to. It is so wicked but not much for me. For I am the greatest villain in this generation.”

That there was no longer any way I could deny it. ...I was living inside the last werewolf novel I’d read... but I wasn’t the protagonist of this story. I was the villainess.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

I don't need one of those on my team. I left him one last book on his window. A chase. The serial killer is looking for the protagonist to kill her, the whole book is about it and about the game that life and death have. One of my favorite quotes is "I would destroy her in all of her, her mind, her soul, her physique, all of her would be consumed by her enemy of her." He is underlined in pencil, I hope he realizes and understands that it is only a prediction that I give him of her future. I am your enemy. His rival, his nightmare, and the villain of his story. I have to fulfill my role and as a wolf I have to eat Little Red Riding Hood. Her death is written in my hands and a criminal war wil

She was way below his status, but King Kaige was madly in love with her -- or so, the story went. Dante had witnessed it many times in many versions of the story in the book. After the awareness had found him, his memories also returned to him. He remembered how many times he had killed Savina or Kaige Jin. There were times when Aloisia killed Kaige and then, there were also times when Aloisia killed him. Aloisia was the villain of this novel and she was as fictional as she could be. It was the same for Viessa.

He mused as he looked at me with a glint of excitement. “Why is that?” I asked, frowning a little. He shrugged, “Being a librarian is far more interesting than working as a servant.” “So what is this book and why is it in this glass case?” Victor scratched his chin as he had a faraway look in his eyes. “Let me recall. This book is said to be evil and I think when King Brigdain’s army fought with the witch who cursed them, she accidentally left the book behind. But it had something sinister about it. The book could not be destroyed in any way no matter how hard one tried. Not knowing what to do with it, King Brigdain put it in this toughened glass that is hard to break and put it in a corner,

He was fast, I had to admit, but I was faster, and soon he gave up running as he knew I would catch up. "Traitor!" he cursed at me. "I am the traitor, but you stand there, cold-blooded creatures, and watch as those girls are used." "You did the same, and that's their use; it is for the greater good, they are nothing but humans, another set of animals." "The greater good sounds like what the villain always says, don't you think?" "He would kill you for this." "He would not know about this; who is there to tell him?" "You can't hide amongst us forever; he would find out one day."

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.