Villain Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Am I the only one who sees how stupid she's being? Please, tell her not to go along with this hair brained scheme of his, Miss Lillian. We know next to nothing about the guy and what we do know isn't very promising. We can not just send her away with a guy like that." I took a seat at the edge of Miss Lillian's bed, letting out a sigh. Her room was the place the three of us usually met at whenever we were free to chat and catch up. Though, today the atmosphere in the room was anything but happy. After having danced most of the night last night and then working around the house for most of the day, I was too tired to have any sort of an argument, let alone one that seemed nearly impossible t

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”

Villix I was even degraded as the villain of their story when in fact, I am also a victim… But if they do want me to be one, why not give them what they want? Ciara is a closet killer, I bet almost everyone already knew that fact, but what no one knew was that she's also a closet psycho. Meanwhile, Killix was also didn't raised well, a brat who strived to save the woman who killed her mother. Of a thousand times I tried to be good for them, I got nothing good in return. Instead, what I have got is mere insult, betrayal, and death threats.

I challenged. Viktor made a casual face of indifference. “Sure, go ahead,” he encouraged. “You can easily ruin it for her where she has reunited with her biological father after twenty-something years, and by that logic, Marco is her half-brother now. I am sure Lilliana would be delighted to see you with her newfound family.” Yeah, when he put it that way. “When have I become the villain?” I snickered at him. “You are always and essentially the villain. The problem is Dominic,” Viktor said, and he was back to his dominant outline. “When you try and play the fucking hero.”

Given his personality, either he would follow me if I would leave this clan or drag me back to his clan, but the former would likely happen. If that would happen then for sure the Valcarcel would collapse given how many their enemies are. Tsk! Of course, he has countless enemies given that he is a villain. Even a protagonist had enemies, how much more an annoying villain? I won't be shocked if this annoying villain would be the number one target of the other clans. Tsk! What a tough job being a villain. Before I could think further, I snapped back to reality after hearing such an annoying voice. “Wife, what are you waiting for? Let's go get going! It's out the first date after all!” He shout

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

“You never let me touch you like this before.” Aaron didn’t move. Victor dragged his thumb along Aaron’s pulse, slow and possessive. “But you let him. The one who comes at night. The one you never name. The Villain who fucks you like you’re his.” Aaron’s voice barely rose. “Because I always knew it was you.” A flash of emotion tore through Victor’s eyes. Dark. Twisted. Something broken trying to pass as affection. “And yet you chose to let it continue. To lie to me. To lie to yourself.”

"So you have two options. Either you let me in early so you can do this on your fucking terms and get whatever you want out of that marriage… or you keep fighting me and still watch me ruin it, and you lose everything in the process." My eyes flies open. "You… you’re such a villain. I’ve been stuck in this marriage for years," I say quietly. "If I’m getting out, I need a prince charming to sweep me off my feet. And you…" "I’m not a prince charming. I’m not even a knight in shining armor, Ciara. I’m the villain. And I will do anything... fucking anything to have what’s mine." After he says that, we just stare at each other, our hearts beating loudly.

Serena thinks of the article. Of her mother’s name dragged back into relevance like it never left. Of Lucian, in the half-light, saying this is solvable. Of the cameras outside, hungry for something simple enough to consume. Then she says, very calmly: “They want a villain.” A pause. Her gaze hardens, something cold and deliberate settling into place. “Let’s give them one they can’t control.” And somewhere, in another part of the city, Aiden Wolfe waits—unaware, perhaps, or entirely aware—that he is about to become part of a story that was never really about him.