Villain Suits Novels & Stories

After returning from a business trip, I discovered that my wife had unexpectedly replaced the floor-to-ceiling window in her office with an entire wall of mirrors. When I questioned her about it, she looked at me with gentle eyes and smiled as she straightened my tie. "This way, when you come to keep me company during overtime, you won't have to fuss over checking your appearance. Don't overthink it. I had the nutritionist prepare some soup to help you recover. Drink it while it's hot." I found it strange. She was a career-driven woman who had always complained that my suits made me look too stiff and formal. Yet now, she had suddenly changed her tune. Still, I did not say anything. I simply smiled and walked over to the mirror, unscrewing the lid of the thermos. But the moment the hot steam rose into the air, two large oval-shaped marks slowly emerged on the previously spotless mirror. And in the corner, there was a faint smear of lipstick. I compared the height with a quick gesture and let out a cold laugh. 'A familiar height of five foot three and a C-cup. Office mirror reflections. How bold and thrilling.' I pulled out a tissue and calmly wiped the mirror clean before calling my assistant. "Get a renovation crew ready. Tonight, replace the mirror in Ms. Sutton's office with a two-way mirror. And notify the media. Three days from now, I'll be holding a live press conference downstairs."

Adrian Vale is a 24-year-old young and strikingly charismatic English professor at Blackwood College. Despite his strict reputation in the classroom and his sharp intolerance for laziness, he remains one of the most admired lecturers on campus, with almost every female student secretly crushing on him. Yet behind his calm authority and flawless image, Adrian is fiercely private and completely uninterested in relationships. ‎ ‎Ryder, 21, is a third-year student at the same college and a rising hockey player known for his talent, arrogance, and troublemaking streak. He’s not a freshman anymore, and his confidence has only grown with time—along with his reputation for challenging authority whenever it suits him. To most people, Ryder is just another cocky athlete with too much freedom and not enough discipline. ‎ ‎Everything changes when Ryder and his friend make a reckless bet—one that challenges Ryder to break Professor Vale’s unshakable control, push him past his limits, and get under his skin in ways no student has ever managed before. Ryder and Professor Vale cross paths in a way neither of them can ignore. What begins as irritation, defiance, and constant clashes in and out of the classroom slowly turns into something far more dangerous. The tension between them is undeniable, blurring the line between hatred and desire. ‎ ‎But at Blackwood College, relationships between students and lecturers are strictly forbidden. One wrong move could destroy Adrian’s career and end Ryder’s future in hockey. Still, neither of them seems willing—or able—to walk away. ‎

I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.

When my wedding gets delayed for the 99th time, I call the company in charge of planning the wedding and tell them to swap my name out for Julian Foster's childhood sweetheart, Madison Hart. "We understand what you mean, Ms. Sinclair. But are you sure you want to make the change? It seems that Mr. Foster has no intention of delaying the wedding this time." As I listen to the shocked host's words, I stare at the draft on the monitor. Groom: Julian Foster Bride: Olivia Sinclair But the design's special note shows, "Adjust the theme according to champagne yellow, Madison's favorite color." Madison is Julian's childhood sweetheart. Even though he claims that she's only lending a hand in referencing the wedding's designs, the truth is, she's the one calling the shots in the wedding's flower arrangement, wedding gifts, as well as the wedding anthem during the bride's entrance. She even leaves an airy comment about my wedding dress. "A fishtail gown suits her more." After dragging the document into the recycle bin, I reply calmly, "Yes. Please change the bride's name to Madison." I shall return the wedding that's filled with Madison's traces to her and Julian without altering a single thing. After that, I will retreat from this bunch of nonsense unscathed. Finally, we shall part ways permanently. Julian can stay with the woman he truly wants to be with, while I can enjoy the unbridled freedom on my own.

*This is a VERY dark, age-gap, stalker romance* What Harley Savage doesn't know is who he is or that he's been watching her for years. What he doesn't know is that on the night of their first encounter, she plans to end her life. Brixton Steele, her admirer, hates seeing the tortured, broken girl in front of him, so he devises a clever plan- or so he thinks—to whisk her away to the safety of his secluded house outside of city limits and keep her for himself. Forever. When she realizes she isn't going home anytime soon, she begins to accept her fate with the troubled, tattooed, Greek god, who wants nothing more than to save her precious soul. Captivity suits her well, though, and she finds herself not wanting to escape his terrifying clutches. Instead, she tries to help fix the broken shell of the man who kidnapped her, in hopes that he’ll be able to heal from the trauma that suffocated him for so long. They say everyone has that one person in their entire life who was made specifically for them. Is he her person? Is she his person? When two very different worlds collide, can they put each other's broken pieces back together and learn how to help each other heal? Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves?

"He is Sinister... A formidable villain in every story. His name alone is enough to send most people running. He is the king of darkness. But beneath this darkness, I could see a glimpse of ray, that ray I think was enough to eliminate the darkness in him, and it was my anchor of hope and solace." ~~~~~~~ Born into a family where no one likes you, everything evil could be thrown at you. Karla was forced into taking the place of her sister, as the mate of a ruthless alpha, the most dreaded Alpha in all the wolves' world. The Alpha, she just watch killed someone cold-blooded. Running away was her only option, but her plans failed when she wasn't able to get to the place her supposed friend, Shadow, the one she met on an app was to get her before her father got her back. She had no choice but to face the destiny forced upon her. Trapped in the mask of her sister and becomes the mate of the Alpha, she dreaded all her life. What will happen when she meets the king of darkness, the one she had four rules against: Never kiss him!!! Never reveal your face to him!!! Never fall in love with him and never reveal our plans to him!!!

What if the hero in your story was the villain? Nicole, a black beautiful Nigerian woman, arrives in Italy with Raphael, the don of the Italian mafia following their marriage in Africa when he came for business purposes. She expects to begin a new, exciting journey with him but when a murder that happened in the pasts resurfaces, threatening to burn their future, Nicole sees her marriage and world crumbling before her eyes. A turn of unfortunate events and a mysterious car crash pushes a young man named Miles into their lives and Nicole finds herself trapped in a maze of lies, betrayal, scandals and secret plots as Raphael leaves no stone unturned in inflicting pains to Nicole until she sees death as a means of escaping the hell now known as her life. Will they ever get their happy ending with enemies surrounding them, threatening to destroy both their marriage and their lives? Will Raphael ever be able to win Nicole's heart again and possess her as his once more? Or will he loose every thing as he lets his demons rage havoc in his life? This is a beautiful tale of two star crossed lovers fighting to keep their marriage and love in the midst of various deadly plots. But sometimes, the price of love can be death.

What if the only way to survive is to become exactly what they made you? Arden Steele was a good person. She trusted the two people closest to her with everything, including her life. Her husband and stepsister took her money, her health, and eventually her life. She died believing it was just bad luck. Then she woke up three years earlier. This time, Arden isn't being good. She's being ruthless. She knows every betrayal that's coming and she's decided that if she can't stop fate's events, she'll damn well decide who they happen to. Her cheating husband? Her scheming sister? They wanted a victim. They're getting a villain instead. The only problem is Jett Mercer. Stupidly rich, annoyingly perceptive, and completely unable to leave her alone. He's turning into something that scares her more than her enemies do, because she can plan around hatred. She's not so sure she can plan around love. She came back to burn everything down. She just didn't expect to feel something warm in the middle of all that fire.

They call Michael Rossi the “Menace,” and for once, the media isn't exaggerating. He’s the jagged edge of the Rebels’ front line,a dirty, arrogant prick with a god complex. I’ve hated him since the night he stole my girlfriend to prove he could. For eighteen months, he’s dismantled my peace, chirping in my ear and checking me into the boards with a smirk. ​Now, a viral "spite kiss" has trapped us in a PR contract. I’m supposed to play along with the man who ruined my life, but the closer I get, the more I realize the rivalry was just the beginning. ~~~~~~~ ​Axel Thorne is the "Golden Boy", disciplined, loved, and blissfully oblivious. He thinks I’m the villain who stole his girl; he doesn’t realize I only did it to see the look in his eyes. This rivalry was never about the game; it was about obsession. I’ve spent every restless night imagining how it would feel to finally claim him. ​Axel thinks we’re faking it to save our career. He’s wrong. I’m playing a game where he only wins by losing himself to me.

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband came home with a woman who was six months pregnant. He introduced her as his cousin, someone who had fallen on hard times, and asked me to take care of her. I was just about to agree when fragments of imaginary commentary floated through my mind: [She's just my 'cousin'. Uh-uh, that's a cliche.] [Poor supporting female character! A maid by day, the husband's bedwarmer by night.] [But she totally deserved it! If she hadn't broken up the main couple, they'd have a whole soccer team of kids by now!] Wait—what? Supporting female character? Me? And what's this about breaking them up? So now these two get to cheat under my roof, and somehow I'm the villain? Before I could process it all, my husband was already dragging her luggage inside. "Alice doesn't like fried food," he said matter-of-factly. "And nothing too salty or spicy. Make sure you keep that in mind when you're cooking. "Oh, and pregnant women love sweets. Go out now and buy a cherry cake. The one from that bakery in the suburbs."