Thomas Villain Novels & Stories

“So did you just pick up on his identity after that? But why him? And why did you? You were obviously appalled by him.” “Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’m not merely using his information to purchase stuff or apply for bank loans. It’s more complicated than that. You read my journal. I don’t have to explain the whys and the hows. When they started investigating my father and his involvement with that girl Charlie, I knew I had to reinvent myself. I was no longer safe to carry my father’s name. On the night they buried him, I became William Thomas.” His face softened. “I am William Thomas.” Una silently stared as he gazed back. Should she tell him? But he was a cold murderer, t

so when he doesn't answer, I approach him more closely than he anticipates and slam the table next to him. I watch him sigh and briefly hide his eyes before he bows before me and says, "I’m genuinely sorry for the way I acted previously, I'm Celius Barmon, a merchant inside this empire." I smirk as I say "Because first of all, I never want to be insulted by a person who's lower than me." I suppose the villainous side of me that I've been dreading is slowly reawakening. “It's good to finally meet you, Sir Celius Barmon. My name is Solstice, and I'm from the Lafera family. I see that going forward, we'll have to interact with one another.”

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

Of course, he didn't want me. I mumbled to myself as I crouched on the floor, the slickness down my inner thigh cooling in the fresh air. You foolish girl! You still fantasize about him. You hopeless idiot! I cursed my stupidity for believing that Nathan might want me. How could he ever want me? He loathed me. He resented me for shaming his beloved little bird. I had been the villain in their love story, always ready to prosecute the poor heroine. Or at least, that's what he believed. That's what they all believed.

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.

“Please, Thomas.” Thomas sighed, a long, wheezing sound. His gaze swept over Given, taking in the fresh bruise blooming on her temple, the bloody lip. A flicker of something—discomfort, pity, passed behind his eyes. “I don’t want trouble. I don’t want to go to jail.” “You won’t. She is strong. She will clean well. Just the house, like we said.” Thomas stared at them for a long moment, the moral calculation almost visible in his hunched posture. Finally, he turned and shuffled back into the dim interior. He returned a moment later, holding a single, crisp one-hundred-dollar note between his fingers, as if it were contaminated.

Antonio asked coldly, closing the distance until only a few steps separated him from Thomas. Thomas hesitated, his eyes darting toward the door as if searching for an escape. But Antonio caught the movement and immediately recognized his intent. “Don’t even try,” Antonio said in a low, menacing voice. Thomas finally crumbled, his shoulders slumping. “They’re people you know, Antonio. They want to bring you down. I’m just a pawn.” Antonio’s eyes narrowed. “Who are they? Give me names.” Thomas trembled. “I only know a few. They work behind the scenes. But I have notes…”

The rogue attack, the ambush—we just wanted you out of the way so we could take control! The pack members who had gathered were murmuring now, their voices rising in anger and disgust. I could see the tide turning, their loyalty shifting away from the people who had lied to them for over two decades. But Thomas wasn't finished fighting. I saw him reach for something inside his jacket—a small vial filled with silver liquid. "You want the truth?" he snarled, his composure finally cracking completely. "Fine! Yes, we killed your precious parents! Yes, we've been planning this for years! But you're not going to live long enough to enjoy your victory!"

"How would I know what the culprit is thinking? Anyway, I didn't plot against Valeria! I have nothing against her and I'm not familiar with her at all. I have no reason to plot against her." "You have a clear reason!" Thomas took a step closer. "You have feelings for William. If you want to marry him, you have to plot against Valeria and get her into an accident. Only then can your wishes come true!" Thomas directly exposed Evelyn's thoughts. She raised her hand and was about to hit Thomas, but he grabbed her forcefully. "Are you angry because of my words?" "Thomas, you bastard! Let go of my hand, you're hurting me!" Evelyn's face changed because of the pain, but Thomas did not let go. He st

“Thomas is in the square. He has the script. He gave me a preview and he’s very loud.” “Good. Tell him to start.” I move back to the window. Thomas is a professional agitator. Hollis found him in a tavern near the border. He has a voice like a foghorn and the moral compass of a feral cat. I paid him ten gold pieces to stand on a crate and scream that Kieran is mentally unstable, that he sent Alexei away to sell pack secrets to Redmaw, and that the grain surplus is actually poisoned. It’s crude, yes. But fear is a crude instrument.