The Villain Book Novels & Stories

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

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Valenor did not welcome people like me. It tolerated them. Processed them. Absorbed them into its machinery the way a great palace absorbs dust — not noticing, not caring, simply continuing to function around their presence until they either became useful or disappeared. The capital city stretched for kilometers in every direction from the imperial palace at its center, a metropolis of black stone and silver-veined marble and streets wide enough for six carriages abreast, perpetually crowded, perpetually loud, perpetually smelling of coal smoke and river water and the particular concentrated ambition of a city where everyone had come to become something.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

Maria was passionately in love with Yusuf, but he did not care for her. He was deeply in love with her sister, Lisa, and that love was mutual. Maria, however, had no intention of ever giving up on him. With a cunning plan, she trapped Yusuf; during a gathering hosted at their home, she made sure Yusuf got drunk and took advantage of his intoxication to sleep with him. Following that night, Maria became pregnant. Even though Yusuf was forced to marry Maria, he never gave up on the Lisa he loved. After Maria gave birth, Lisa fled with the child. Losing both her baby and the man she loved, Maria could not bear the agony and committed suicide. Thus, the lovers were reunited, the wicked woman

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A villain with a glass of apple juice in his hands—instead of a throat-grating shot of scotch, or a bowl of fresh human blood. A villain, especially one with a hefty goal should have black as his ensemble. Not multicolored boxer shorts and flip flops. He was supposed to be in his chambers, peering at the mind maps he'd drafted. Not basking in the mild Tuscan sun. A villain that likened himself to the devil should have his lips stretched in a grim line as he went through his loan over and over and over again. He definitely shouldn't be grinding lips with a scantily clad lady.

Calista’s POV I stared at the photograph on my screen, my fingers trembling slightly against the desk. Calista Drevane. My name was written beneath Evren Sable’s signature. I enlarged the image again, hoping I had somehow misread it, but the letters remained unchanged. “What the hell is this?” I whispered. I had read The Last Dawn enough times to remember the important details of Evren’s life. Yet nowhere in the novel was there any mention of his connection to District Twelve, much less a