Villain Designs Novels & Stories

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

It rewarded monsters dressed elegantly enough. A knock interrupted her thoughts. Three precise knocks. Controlled. Confident. Without waiting for permission, the office doors opened. Cassian Arden entered like the room already belonged to him. And perhaps it did. Because technically— He owned more of Vale Group than anyone except the Vale family itself. Major shareholder. Acting executive director. The man investors trusted more than the company’s actual heir. Black suit. Black gloves. Silver eyes colder than the storm outside. Everything about him looked expensive enough to ruin someone’s life.

“I'm going rabbit hunting... Just dig up everything you can find. Leave no stone unturned.” Footnotes: [1] Victorian Era Art / Architecture: Art from this era emphasizes the exquisite, intricate patterns of nature, heavily featuring floral and foliage motifs. This nature-focused detailing became wildly popular in European-style home decor and architecture, creating a highly distinct identity. Victorian aesthetics have been applied to countless homes, buildings, and hotels, maintaining their breathtaking elegance to this day.

"Send the wind. We use the river’s current to float the posts back to his side—coated in wolfsbane grease. No blood spilled, just a very clear, very toxic message." Gabriel’s smirk was slow and lethal. "I like your rules, Vanessa.” Not just Gabriel but the entire members of Gabriel’s council were stunned. Their mouths hang open in awe. They did not expect an Omega from an ordinary Omega house to be an expert in war tactics. It was because they didn't know I had spent an entire life with Matthew. Though he was cruel, he was good at making strategies, mostly vicious. And, I have learnt enough to outsmart him in this life.

But now, it was like something between us had been quietly put on pause. “Girls chasing guys is easy mode.” “Progress is already at 70 percent. This world’s almost done, right?” “Why hasn’t the evil side character gotten wrecked yet? Not satisfying. Two stars.” … That day, I was alone in the department office working on a draft when my phone started blowing up with notifications. “Chloe, someone’s trying to ruin you. What the hell is going on?” Lily’s voice came through the phone, urgent and panicked. I opened my screen.

I don't have a name at all before I learn that name. I was given that name by a young child who described me as a light that illuminates everything. Veron never ceased to astonish me, yet my design had a problem. Because when the world changed, new life emerged among the living things, but the ones I had created for the first time decayed and died, and the child I had created was no exception. She grew old, met and married the love of her life, and started a family, and she will be grateful to me until the day she dies. She never desired immortality, even though I wanted to make her like myself.

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

In the sponsorship group chat, I notice someone has used their aid money to buy the latest LV handbag. I send a friendly reminder in the group chat, saying, "Please use the financial aid for your studies and avoid unnecessary spending just to keep up with others." Ella Lowe, the campus belle, immediately makes a post online to attack me. "He's sponsoring all these poor students because he wants to find a sugar baby! He's only doing it because he wants our bodies!" I am left stunned. For the past five years, I have never interfered with their personal lives and simply tried to help students who can't afford an education. Yet these indignant university students actually report me to th