Villain Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

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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.

F-k, Vixen had him fantasising about his best friends in bed, now. Not that Vice and Victor were not fuel for some seriously good fantasies. There was a reason they had been so successful in the industry – and that reason had a lot to do with aesthetics. Victor was easily as tall as Shadow, and as built, whereas Raven shared more the same physique as Vice, to the point that he had not been above raiding Vice’s wardrobe when he had needed a suit for court or something that looked high roller for a surveillance. Vice did high roller well. Hell, Vice did everything well.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

Aesthelia was about to explain what happened when she got interrupted by Gior's growl. Aesthelia felt her lips run dry. She can't stop herself from glaring at the man. "What excuses would you make this time? Aren't you being foolish to think you could get away with your lies? " Gior spoke, burning in rage, and it was visible in his eyes that the trust he had in Aesthelia was long gone. Aesthelia's jaw clenched. The character she was so in love with turns out differently now that she's meeting him as the villainess, Aesthelia Rasc.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

I have seen his côck before but now this close with me sitting on my knees, the anticipation had goosebumps rising on my skin. I looked up as my fingers worked on his belt buckle and watched the profile of his face. The square jaw, the dark stubble and the tanned tone of his skin made him look like the handsome villain of a medieval era and my pûssy warmed. I should be turned off with the thought of him being a villain, but I’ve accepted that I wasn't normal and this villain did things to me that I didn't think any hero could do.

Making me a cheating whore, even willing to throw herself at the man that held me captive. He stumbled back at first, a little surprised, and looked at me with those unfairly intense eyes! Why the hell did all villains have beautiful eyes and bodies anyway? A low whisper answered, and I was unsure if it was my subconsciousness or Drifta, “ Is he, though? A villain?” This threw me off just long enough for him to regain his balance and lift my chin up to look at him. “You never rejected him, did you?”