Villain Idea Novels & Stories

“If I’m stuck in this world, I’m not living it like some spineless doormat.” The mice blinked at her, bewildered. Sandy—no, Erella—smirked, determination glinting in her eyes. “This story’s going to change. If fate thinks I’ll play the sweet little servant who waits around for magic, it’s got another thing coming.” She looked up, voice firm and resolute. “DARN IT!!! I’d rather be the villainess than this doormat of a heroine!” she cried out in frustration.

"It's because their zeal for achieving their goal is usually stronger than their opponent. They believe it's either they get it or they die." Something else clicked inside her head about Zeidan's accusation of this poor man. "Do you support the zeal that these villains have though?" "What?" Wikh looked at her sharply. "No! I'm just of the opinion that if our zeal can be like that, we will get what we want in this life." "What do you want, Mr. Wikh?" She inquired from the old man who sat up and cleared his throat. "I want to be an old man resting underground with the hope of reviving thousands of years later as a new vampire with fresh blood and strength."

As Leo said the words, Viaan’s mind buzzed with Kiara’s voice. Hadn’t she said the same thing but considered him a villain instead? ‘Yes! After all, how could a villain be a hero?’ No matter what the equation has them tied up, Viaan was and is the villain of her story. Why should he then let his pledge go weak? His promise to himself to not let her live in peace! Her dull eyes were nothing in front of that harsh reality that infinite insecurities had gripped Viaan’s mind just because of hers! Thus, he can’t be a hero… he shouldn’t be a hero!

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.

She must be very out of her mind to think all of that is legit. "You think you have power over humans? Those people are scary and will do anything to get rid of people like us, yet you want to rule over them? How stupid must you be? Let me hear your story. Why do you hate my father so much?" Every villain has a story to tell. It’s either insecurity, stupidity, or just plain evil that is pushing them to do all of this. Either way, as boring as it may sound, I need time to plan my escape, so I will take the opportunity to listen to whatever they have to say.

“Then what do you think I lack, sir?” Sir Jack tapped a finger against his chest. “This. You understand Vincent’s mind—but what about his heart? Is he excited? Is he sad? Does he feel frustration when things don’t go as planned? A villain is also a person. And a person has thoughts and has his own heart. Whether it was bad or not, it doesn’t matter. From a person's first point of view, they were not bad, it's the people around them.” Danice considered his words briefly, then shook her head. “No. It’s you who doesn’t understand Vincent, sir.”

His lips trailed from my jaw down to my neck, sending shivers through me. As our bodies moved together, a sudden thought sparked in my mind... a new idea for my book. My eyes snapped open as inspiration struck me like lightning. A new character… Maybe Demetri could be my next muse. Not as a hero, though. No, he’d be perfect as the villain. Yes, that would be more thrilling. A morally gray, ruthless sigma criminal who kills whoever he pleases. And after a few chapters, I’d torture him, maybe even kill him off in the most brutal way possible.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.