Villain's Smile Novels & Stories

“No begging. No empty threats. You’re handling this better than most.” “Would you like me to scream?” I asked coolly. “Plead for my life?” He didn’t answer. I leaned forward slightly, the chains clinking. “If you’re looking for a broken prince, you won’t find one here.” For a moment, there was only silence between us. The campfires crackled, distant laughter and howls filling the night air. Then, Vael did something I did not expect. He smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was a controlled, jaggered smile filled with something dangerous that had my stomach tightening.

he said, each word dripping with sincerity. My chest filled with warmth, bathing in the after glow of his compliment. It felt as if he had just given me the biggest one of my life and I felt like I was so full of emotions that I would burst any moment. I couldn't help but beam at him. "So am I." I watched as his smile slowly turned into a mischevious smirk. Uh oh, this was not good. "However, you did say that you're taking a big risk. That you might end up being worse off than you are here. Do you not trust me at all, kitten?"

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

Not anymore. Mia came back with drinks but stopped when she saw my face. “What happened?” I handed her the phone, and she read it once, then again. “What the hell is wrong with these people?” I took the drink and finished half of it, stared at the screen again. At their smiles. In the comments, people who never met me suddenly knew everything about me. I wiped my face slowly and looked up. “How far should I go with revenge?” I asked quietly, my voice steady in a dangerous tone.

One day they would stop being afraid and turn on me. I walked up to them and I could see them get even closer to each other. When I was a good distance from them I smiled at them. I have been practicing my party smile during my spare time and I have gotten pretty good at it. The girls looked shocked at the smile but they didn’t look that nervous anymore.

} 'It's good improv but unfortunately I wouldn't be able to play with her any longer I have another person to deal with} **Sweet Smile** "Since you are so sincere I would forgive you this one time." Mi Cha **Grits Teeth**'Tae Rin! I hate your guts!'

Practiced enough to fool anyone listening. But Elena noticed it now. That tiny pause before Seraphina smiled. That slight sharpness hiding beneath softness whenever Elena failed to behave like the villain she was supposed to be. Interesting. Very interesting. “I’m surviving,” Elena replied calmly. For one second— Seraphina’s expression flickered. Gone almost instantly. But Elena caught it. Because heroes became uncomfortable when villains stopped collapsing properly. Cassian looked between them once. Then toward Elena again. His gaze lingered slightly longer than necessary.

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?

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.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.