Useless Villain Novels & Stories

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.

"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

She didn’t care either way since, for her, survival was everything just like how she was using the military man and how he was using her body, so she thought they were even. When that crazy man broke out and started killing people, she ran into Caleb Carter’s group. He was the most powerful man in the end of the world, she really wanted him but she was a normal person and had no ability but she still wanted to live so she lied and told him that the man was a monster, so he killed the crazy man but in the end she still ended up dead because the wall was destroyed and zombies entered the base.

yet} She ignored it and carried on with her business. {UwU Host is really shameless. I feel tainted. My virginity is gone!**wails noisily} **Ugh, how did I end up with such a noisy system?

I can answer that," Lisa replied as she entered from the blindside and sat beside Knox. " In the time of the cleansing when Karistus is at her most brutal, the unworthy seek to form alliances in an attempt to overthrow the enforcers she has by her side. Dahlia managed to prey on Judah's loyalty to the pack, convincing him that Karistus was some sort of false prophet, who managed to brainwash Damon- in the end, Judah truly believed he was doing the right thing for the pack." Knox looked like he would be ill as he leaped to his feet and took off running. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Narelle screamed before getting up to chase after him, leaving Damon and Lisa holding vigil over Judah's b

said Chelsea as she backed away without any protection or weapon she wasn't sure how she should take on Wilson. [ Abicio : - a dark magic , that saps all the mana of the opponent , no one except the royal family is allowed to use it] " You seem to have forgotten that my mother is Lord Vale's sister , and the poison clan is the one who created this magic , am I not allowed to use my own magic now ?" said Wilson as he loomed closer to her like a predator , Chelsea kept backing away from her until she saw knife sticking on the fruit bowl . She lunged for it - and slashed it at Wilson , the apple sticking on the knife flew and hit him on the eye and he staggered .

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

"So what? Shelly, you're truly heartless. Don’t we all know why I’m in this situation today? It's all because of you, and not only do you not appreciate it, but how can you say those things about me too? Everyone has the right to say that about me except you!" Shelly sneered too. "I don't? Why don't I? Pierre, look at the life we're living now. Don't I have the right to say that about you? I’m in this situation all because of you. I can say that because you're a worthless trash. As a man, you can't even provide a good life for your wife and child. That shows you're an incompetent, useless piece of trash. Only useless men hit women because it is the only way to prove yourself and that you're

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.