The Villain Simulator Novels & Stories

Something that I loathed from the bottom of my heart was waiting for a person. That was why I was sitting in this office room precisely. Waiting for one of the bastards of Chicago was the greatest one that had ever been born in this world. Andrew Simmons. This would be the first time for me to meet him, although he was close with my father once upon a time. But for some reason, I always got that “stay away” cautionary from that man. He literally was the perfect example of a villain, just like my father. He was a womanizer, but he liked to show off, not only his wives but his money, authorities in a word you could describe him as a power-hunger.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

But then again, it wasn’t as if she had much choice in the matter. Simon wasn’t born yesterday, nor was he an idiot who would play a game only to lose. No, not at all. In fact, he was the kind of man who played to win, and would always come out on top, consequences be damned. He was determined, smart, and ruthless, all at once, which made him a very powerful and dangerous man to deal with. And yet…yet she couldn’t bring himself to actually hate him. Sure, he was demanding, and a control freak, and possessive, and manipulative. But there were times when she could catch a glimpse of a man who hid behind all those masks and those layers of facade that he wrapped around him so carefully.

The heat inside his body makes him feel like he is in a fire. The eyes that were brown a moment ago just turned a shade of golden color with the people rising in size. The hand of Daisuke that was touching his thigh the shiver rises up in between his legs. -Kiss the Villain Spend the night with the Villain itself 12 seconds left 'What in the name of the hell two options? Both of them are the shitsz' (If you fail the mission you will die at the hands of your father!) "WAAAATTTT" Koishi hisses clutching his hand into a tight fist of Daisuke rope pulling it down off from his shoulder.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

“Why would he wrap me in the blanket? Did he take off my clothes because they were wet? He isn’t a saint. The villain can’t feel anything good. Savina! Stop acting like a moron. He is a psychopath.” “...” Dante hadn’t expected to hear that either. He didn’t do many good deeds, but he was called a villain by the woman he had saved. It was nothing new. People usually blamed him for things he didn’t do. So, he started doing everything they had expected of him.

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

Anyone who harmed his sister was his enemy till the day he takes his last breath. Kenchiki was more than pissed to learn that little information. He hated unclean people who tried to take away people's consent, especially when it came to people's bodies; he was glad he had been distracted by his lover and had no time to cause harm to Aria; she was an innocent victim too. He glared murderously at the woman who drugged him. He would make sure she had no good days. Sera felt chills crawl up her spine when she saw the look that the two men were giving her. She knew then that whoever was targeting her knew about all her schemes and stacked the deck against her.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

He looked at Andrius and taunted him, “You killed Scarface and King Kong. How can I not be prepared for you? “Now that you know they are from the Grim Reaper Mercenaries, are you afraid? Too late! I thought you were strong! I want to see how strong you really are!” His violent emotions twisted his expression as he shouted, “Kill him! Tear him apart! “Break his limbs! I want to see him crawl on the ground like a dog! Then, bring him in front of Wayman and force him to bow 99 times! Not one bow less can settle my grief!” Simon looked arrogant, violent, brutal, and even bloodthirsty. He was blinded by vendetta, similar to the devil. The mercenaries rubbed their fists and looked at Andrius hungr