Villain Aesthetic Novels & Stories

It was sleek, dark, and utterly unforgiving. I moved to the vanity. My makeup wouldn't be "pretty." It would be a warning. I spent another three hours on my face, using a palette of deep, bruised violets, charcoal, and metallic gold. I sculpted my cheekbones with a razor-thin precision, creating hollows that looked structural, permanent. I drew my eyeliner in a sharp, extended wing that felt like a blade, turning my emerald eyes into piercing, predatory slits. I finished with a dark, plum-toned lip that looked like it had been stained by something far more permanent than lipstick. I looked in the mirror. I didn't see the girl who had been stalked in the elevator. I didn't see the girl who ha

Stepping out of the elevator and onto Cristiano's forbidden floor, I felt like I was breaking into Area 51, except instead of aliens, I was probably about to uncover some deep, dark mafia secrets. The lights overhead shining from the ceiling were dim, casting the massive space in this moody black-and-white vibe that was so… Cristiano. Everything was perfect, simple, and cool, like a luxury penthouse straight out of a P*******t board titled “Rich Villain Aesthetic.” There was no clutter, no personality really—just sharp lines, sleek surfaces, and black and white of everything.

Vallen hated admitting that she was mesmerized by Asher's words and attitude. For a moment, Vallen was captivated by Asher's gentle figure. If you think about it, Asher is indeed handsome. The two jet-black beads add to the seductive impression of women's desires. Moreover, the dominating aura is enveloped in his calm and caring attitude. Anyone will fall under his charm. The charm of Asher. A man with an unusual and complicated background.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

There, his figure can be seen from the room as the moon illuminates such radiating pale skin, golden blonde hair, red thin lips, pointed nose, well-defined jaw, and upon opening his eyes - his ocean blue eyes were calm like deep ocean looking at the moon Everything about him screams gorgeousness but that was not only the case. His appearance was different from others making the Killford family unique from the other noble families. Yet, he felt like he doesn't belong to where he was now Aiden, upon looking at the moon with such vibrant and relaxing eyes, questioned himself because he felt like everyone around him was putting a façade just to talk to him. Even though he was well-respected and

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.