Villain Minions Novels & Stories

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.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

Cassian Arden. Major shareholder of Vale Group. Future husband according to public expectation. Executioner according to reality. Everything he did looked reasonable from the outside. Clean. Professional. Difficult to criticize publicly. Which made him dangerous. Because men like Cassian never destroyed people emotionally. They dismantled them strategically. Mina shifted carefully. “Should I reject the publication requests?” Elena’s gaze drifted back toward the storm outside. “No.” Mina blinked. “Miss Vale?” “Let them publish whatever they want.”

The minions remained impossibly close, their movements calculated, their dark, gleaming blades hovering menacingly near her body. The jagged edges of the weapons glinted dangerously in the moonlight, casting eerie reflections across the clearing. One minion pressed the tip of his blade close to her neck, while another positioned his at her stomach, both poised and ready to strike at the slightest movement. Their eyes, cold and unfeeling, betrayed no hesitation. They were ready to follow through on Thana’s orders without a second thought.

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.

I turned back, frowning— Donald stumbled out holding an urn. The photo on it was of a young woman who looked so much like Rory it punched the air out of me. Rory panicked. "Give it back! You don't deserve to touch my mom's ashes!" Crack! The urn shattered. Ash exploded across the floor. I froze. Something in Rory broke. "I'm gonna kill you!" He lunged, full feral, but Donald kicked him hard, sent him flying. "You walk out and leave me to drown? You're going to Mr. Menzer. You're paying my debt."

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV "Do you have to leave? Can't you send some minions? " he asked. I shook my head with a dark laugh. "The fucking minions are the ones causing problems. " He grinned as he turned to face me. I gazed at him and got lost in his eyes. I really like brown eyes. Fuck.