Villain Ocs Novels & Stories

"Are you insane? You're not the Chamberlain heir anymore. Mr. Wyrmwood can crush you like an ant!" Oscar did not answer. He raised the bat again. "Go," he told the two remaining thugs. "Call your boss." Under the threat of the bat, Victor abandoned his bluster. The two men bolted. Victor lay on the ground, legs shattered, howling. George hesitated, unsure whether to approach. "You really were the Chamberlain heir?" he asked. "I was," Oscar replied. "Not anymore." "Forget that!" Helena cried. "Get the children out! Our old lives don't matter, but they're still young!"

"Everyone in the inner circle. The Generals. The Scientists. The Assassins. None of them were born. They were grown." The screen flashed again. SUBJECT: 112-OMEGA. STATUS: FAILED. ALIAS: "VALERIUS". DEFECT: EMOTIONAL INSTABILITY / NARCISSISM. DISPOSAL RECOMMENDED. The silence in the elevator was heavier than the rock above them. Valerius stared at his own face on the screen. It was a photo from his "creation day"—a young man, naked, wet, stepping out of a tank. "Failed," Valerius laughed. It was a dry, broken sound. "I am a failure. Not because I lost a fight. But because I have... feelings?"

Arthur Vance, with his extensive network, also fully supported Oscar. “I need the data for the most impenetrable accounts. I don't care about the cost,” Oscar commanded from his luxurious wheelchair in a secret bunker in Vienna, Austria. Before him, monitor screens displayed maps of underground movements. His face was thin and pale, but his eyes radiated a sharpness never seen before. “Sir, the enemy uses an outdated payment network that is almost impossible to trace,” reported one of David’s reliance hackers, Lieutenant Bima, who was now the main operations liaison.

“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.”

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

(Specialist Oghar) And now, the Villagers were about to feeling the taste of modern procedure registration like no other.

"You have some experience with that, Olivia. I would think you might recognize it." The room was quiet. Outside, somewhere in the neighborhood, a dog was barking at something. "I've known you for five years," Victor said. "I have watched you carefully for five years, because my grandson was not watching carefully enough and someone needed to." He set his water glass down. "You are not a villain. I want to be clear about that because I think you may have come here half expecting me to say otherwise. You are a frightened woman who found a mechanism that worked and used it long past the point where it was defensible. That is a very human thing to do. It does not make you evil. It makes you some

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

He asked in a rough voice, "Who said you could call me what my mom did?! My mom's not even in her grave yet, and you're already trying to replace her, aren't you?!" The system said, "It's over, kiddo. The villain's darkening level has hit 100%." I did not know what it meant to be completely villainous. All I knew was that Dad was heartbroken and furious! He was like a wild animal pushed to the edge. Julia looked scared, quickly moving closer to Grandpa. "Honey, if the child dislikes me this much, maybe I should just go..." Grandpa, already a volcano of anger, turned even redder. "She's my wife and your elder! How can you talk to your own mother that way?!"