Villain Suits Novels & Stories

Vittorio straightened his suit jacket, turned his back on me, and walked out of the dressing room, leaving a heavy silence behind. I took a deep breath, trying to control the tremor in my hands while using the mirror to ensure the blood had stopped flowing. That was when the click of the door sounded again. Damian Vance walked in. He wore an impeccable, custom tailored three piece dark gray suit, his tie perfectly aligned. His broad shoulders seemed to occupy the entire doorway. His dark, analytical eyes swept the room until they locked onto me. He took three slow steps, his leather shoes snapping against the floor before stopping right in front of me.

"But don't let them go either. I want them held until the gala is over. And I want them to watch the live feed. I want them to see exactly what happens to the people who chose the wrong side." "Understood, Mr. Reed. We’ll keep them comfortable… and very well-informed." As the morning progressed, the bungalow became a hive of activity. The Townsville allies—Derek, Charles, Madam Louise, and Mrs. Theresa—were all in position, their Phoenix Suits being finalized by Ivy May. The suits were sleek, black masterpieces of technology, their surfaces shimmering with a faint, iridescent glow. "These suits are incredible, Ivy," Mrs. Theresa said, her hand tracing the smooth lines of her armor. "I never

that’s what the rumors say about him. He's sitting elegantly across from her, taking a bite out of his favorite strawberry parfait. This was the strongest knight of the empire. Of course, he was handsome, to say the least. But not for Lady Vienna. She huffed. The famous Villain, Duke Raziel, and the famous crown prince Stalker, Lady Vienna, sitting together calmly in a coffee shop? The sight itself would create an uproar in the city. The lady spoke up. "Speak, why did you call me here?"

River replied, “I like black suits. If you think white suits look better, you should buy a few for Zachary and have him wear them. “I fear you might have more love rivals if that happens. Don’t blame Zachary for being too charming. He loves you deeply. He’ll never betray you. “I bought white suits for Zachary before. He only wears them occasionally. He still wears black most of the time. “Setting aside your past with Rosalie, don’t you think she’s a nice girl?” “She’s great. Although she’s my enemy, I admit she’s competent. I’ve seen many elite daughters of Solville’s wealthy families, but I’ve never met one as capable as she is.

"The normal pack members all seemed to be saying the same thing about the issue so I had to infiltrate the pack house, it took a lot of energy mimicking the appearance of a sentry, hypnotizing them into talking and wiping their memory thereafter." "Wow! No wonder you look exhausted. Thanks for going to such lengths for me." "It's okay Ryder, that's what friends are for." "So what did you find out?" "Are you sure you want to hear it?" Evena asked. "I am sure. Tell me." "Lily wasn't bullied, she would provoke Ava to anger so many times, when Ava retaliated she would act innocent thereby poisoning Jax's mind against Ava. On the day of the attack, the cook who overhead their argument and raised

Not just for the cash. “You need to rent out a nice suit. I might be wearing something violet at the wedding. Their motif is green. I want to make sure I will stand out.” He laughed. “Alright. I’ll be your knight in shining Armani.” “Plus, you need a good cover. Tell them you graduated with honors from an Ivy League school. Doesn’t matter where exactly. Just make something up. You invest money here and there. You have a six digit monthly income.” “You really are going to murder your ex, aren’t you?”

And if the queen dies, then the entire game is lost. My legs quivered as I adjusted the knife strapped to my thigh and stood straight up. Rylan was exceptional. Somehow between last night when he saw me sneaking out in my leather suit and this morning, he had provided another suit. It was almost the same. But distinctly different at the same time. Where the other suit had been black like midnight, this suit was a dark scarlet color. It fit me like a glove, clinging to my curves and highlighting every part of my body.

The penthouse of the Vane Corporate Tower looked down over a city that felt quiet compared to the neon roar of the "Under-Grid." But for Willa, the air was still charged. She stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, her reflection no longer showing a tattered dress or a liquid-mercury suit, but a sharp, tailored white power suit. She looked like a queen because she had learned how to rule in a world that tried to delete her.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my