Vile Villain Novels & Stories

She drank the bottle as she spat on the face. The man face was unseen in the camera, so no one knew who it was. Aubrey legs wobbled and in a span of seconds, everyone could see through her façade, she was a bitch only destroying other people lives she was nothing but a bitch. Verbal comments were heard next, "you are truly a bitch" "What a shame" The MC took the mic "Well, since you cheated your way to the top, you are hereby eliminated from this career, everyone would use your type as an example, you bitch" even the MC couldn't hold back his anger.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

The author wrote the novel for the villain and the protagonists to fight each other. In terms of IQ, the villain wins. In terms of strength, the villain wins—even though he was disabled. In terms of being a schemer, the villain also wins. In terms of being cruel and merciless? It's the villain who wins. Besides that, the villain is also the head of the clan, one of the most feared by the others to the point that if they heard his name, they would subconsciously shiver. Even though they know that the villain was disabled, they didn't easily laugh or mock him for being so because those who laugh at him and mock him for his disability met a cruel end.

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.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”

Without a warning his hands came around the back of my neck pulling me back and making me look at him, my skin turned on fire where his hands were touching me and the fire spread through my whole body. His lips twitched, eyes darkened and he spoke in his hateful bossy tone"If I kiss you, you'll be part of my hell. I'll ruin you in ways you could never imagine. I am not the hero you have taken me as, I'm the villain who'll burn everything just to make sure what's mine is safe. I'm not a gentleman Miss Vitalio," I wanted to ask him to ruin me the way he wants to, I wanted to ask him to burn me in his fire but the voice never came out of my throat. I felt life leaving my body. My vision was haz

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

Nikolay Vladislav was the worst of our kind, a terror among werewolves, feared and despised. He was no ordinary villain—he was pure cruelty, a monster who had brought suffering to everyone who crossed his path. Each of us bore wounds, losses that could be traced back to him. We had sworn to take revenge on him as soon as we were strong enough. And now…now we were tied to his spawn?

JUDE POV Passion consumes, then it destroys… Those who are destroyed have no fucking idea until it becomes too late… Everytime I look at Vikky , contrasting thoughts flood my mind at will. First, I see in him a young man who is resolute, someone who will go all out to get whatever he wants. He doesn't give a fuck what the consequences are for he believes that his will is far more stronger than any obstacle he would face. “Nothing is impossible until I have given my sweat an blood for it,” he often says with an air of authority, say.