Villain Suits Novels & Stories

The heavy mahogany door of the private VIP lounge had barely clicked shut behind Valerie and Dominic when the lock violently rattled. The door burst open, and Killian Vance stumbled into the luxury suite. His immaculate white designer suit was disheveled, the front of his shirt damp with sweat, and his face pale. He slammed the door behind him, locking it with a trembling hand before spinning around to face them.

Stepping into the chair that had been kept for her with a new found aura, she sat as the ladies began her makeover. This was going to be her revenge against Marshal Yugo. This was going to be her sin against him. Arun picked his Italian hand woven suit from the rack and couldn't decide if he should or should not wear it. It was the most expensive suit he had and could boost his ego when he would stand beside his wife with her rack of designer dress and makeovers. But that wasn't what worried him. Something else did. His late wife Jasmine had been the one that bought the suit for him. Even the shoe he was planning to wear. Down to his wristwatch...

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

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.

He needed to look so utterly, fundamentally incompetent that when the hammer of the embezzlement charge finally fell, it would look like the natural conclusion of a man losing his mind. As Caleb, I was a ghost. As Antonella, I was the architect of his domestic demise. It started with the suits. Alaric’s wardrobe was his armor bespoke Italian wool, tailored to within a millimeter of perfection to compensate for his lack of a backbone. At 6:00 AM, while the villa was still nursing its gala hangover, I slipped into the laundry room. I had intercepted Alaric’s favorite charcoal-grey power suit, the one he planned to wear for the preliminary merger meeting with the Moretti representatives.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

As I previously informed this man, they will just use their alias. “If it's okay with you Allison, may I ask you a question?” I snicker at his inquiries. I smile though and add, "You're already asking me, Valen," but all he does is lift both of his eyebrows in a body language that I find hysterically amusing. Yet, his current appearance can make up for his odd nature. When he acts and says things that aren't funny but eventually manages to make me laugh at it, he's like a stunning prince. Like a prince in this empire who is distinct from our crown prince.

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.

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.

Before she could complete her sentence malice cane to the hall wearing a stern face. She was looking like she have changed. She was not the pretty doll she used to be. But some frightening woman. " Malice...." Janice jaw dropped in shock. Malice was wearing the royal suit and was looking like she is already a knight. malice was now looking as someone powerful. Malice after spotting out Janice she said." Hello mother..." She then turned to Andrew as she said. " Hello to my brother as well." She then began to smirk at them.