True Villain Novels & Stories

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

She still stared at me, but the killing intent had changed into doubt and curiosity. "How did you know?" she asked. "I actually know more than that," I answered. I pushed myself up slowly and looked her in the eye. "I know you faked your disability to make your real enemy let her guard down. I also know the enemy is Olivia, the one who sent me to you." Abby's pupils shrank. "We are meant to be allies, Ms. Davidson," I said. My throat still hurt, and my voice was rough. "Olivia stole my father's fortune. She switched me with the child of our housekeeper and used me as a throwaway, sending me to you to die. She's also the person who planned the car crash that killed your parents."

"Liar! Jenna's the only one who's ever cared about me!" Ethan didn't say a word. Just pulled a worn book from his bag and dropped it in Alan's lap. Hands trembling, Alan opened it. Page by page, his face drained of color. Then his knees gave out, and he crumpled. "No... no way. This is fake! You forged this to mess with me!" He looked panicked, spiraling. "Jenna said she noticed I was sick. Told me if I helped her get famous, she'd use the money for my treatment!"

James recalled that a young girl in a fiery red dress pulled him from the ruins and offered him a bowl of noodles after the accident. Yaslyn smirked. "If you trust me, give me three days. I'll investigate this matter and prove I had nothing to do with it." "There's no need," James replied. James lowered his head, his voice steady and even. "I knew it wasn't you. From the very beginning, I hardly ever doubted you. I uncovered the truth a long time ago. My only intention was to use you to make Yadier drop his guard so I could take him down."

Franklin's polite exterior had masked the evil within, treating women as objects and trampling on their dignity. Tiffany, once seen as a revered professor, also harbored dark secrets, going from victim to puppet master behind the scenes. Evil knows no boundaries of gender. One cannot afford to let their guard down based on someone's appearance, profession, or gender. Unhealthy tendencies are like hidden snakes, ready to strike at the vulnerable. When faced with crime, we cannot choose silence or avoidance. We must stand tall and speak out for those who cannot voice their pain.

He was not asleep. Camden pushed Lynn, who was pretending to sleep, away from him. "What are you doing, Camden? You don't need to blame yourself. I wanted to sleep with you last night." Camden looked coldly at her. "You faked your death to run away from our marriage. Peyton didn't kill you on the surgery table. You and your family framed her." "It's nothing like that, Camden. What are you talking about? Why would I frame Dr. Lang? Didn't I explain everything to you? Please believe me."

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.