Villain Ocs Novels & Stories

Willow kept her fingers on Serena’s wrist, monitoring the rhythm of her heart. Finally, Willow let out a long breath. "Thank the Goddess. You’re awake. You nearly gave me a heart attack!" On the bed, Serena Blackwood slowly opened her eyes. They were clear, lacking the haze of a true victim. "It’s not the first time we’ve played this game. Why the fear?" Willow helped her sit up, propping pillows behind her back. "You dragged me into a scheme against a Gamma of the Royal Pack the moment we stepped through the gates! Framing a Pack official is treason! We could be beheaded!"

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

Are they all as incredible as she is? Oscar is called up to fight against the Royal Gamma, Jasper. This should be an easy win for Jasper—he’s one of the best fighters I’ve seen in camp. But Oscar doesn’t make it easy for him. The two exchange blows and grapple back and forth in a display of skill and endurance that has the crowd captivated. Just as the timer is about to hit the ten-minute mark and declare a draw, Jasper manages to get Oscar down, forcing him to submit in the final moments.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

My hands that wanted to break had been restrained until he was right in front of me. “You can't, Lady because a part of you lives inside of me, and if you do, you'll pass away first.” “Alchemist, it would be lovely if you called me Wiccer.” “Unfortunately, Ravia must agree that owning two Wiccers is useless.”

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

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.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

Oscar growled, his voice carrying the rough, unyielding weight of the northern peaks. "Amora is a citizen of Norwood Green. She is under the absolute protection of the Wayne Pack. If you use corporate tricks and fake legal letters to isolate her in a warded room, it becomes my business." Duncan’s fists clenched at his sides, his fangs subtly lengthening beneath his upper lip. "She is the mother of my children. She was my wife before she ever set foot on your dirt." "You lost the right to call her your wife the night you let your pack poison her and burn her alive," Oscar shot back, his amber eyes flashing with disgust. "You don't get to play the grieving, romantic husband now just because th

Day nineteen. We were in my office at six PM, the Victor Hale file spread across the desk between us. The bounty was still live. Daniel Osei had delivered the first false data package, and Victor's team had received it without apparent suspicion. But the bounty bothered me in a way I hadn't fully articulated yet. "The bounty," I said. "I've been thinking about it." Katia looked up from the file. "What about it?" "Victor is running two campaigns. The corporate attack on I* and now the hunt for Catwoman's identity." I looked at the file. "Those two things are connected in his head. They have to be. Nobody spends two hundred thousand dollars on an underground racing identity out of curiosity."