Villain To Kill Novels & Stories

“You stepped in and helped me during the rogue ambush, and now I’ve made it clear to Liam that he’s to leave you alone. He should just be grateful that we were interrupted before I killed him.” “You should have,” I said quickly, surprising even myself how fast the words left my mouth. “You should have killed him. I just hope for your sake you don’t regret not doing so later. He’s a threat not just to me... but to everyone. To you. To your father. To the Capital. He’s so much more dangerous than people believe.” I’d never wished death on anyone before and yet I’d never hated anyone as much as Liam. Someone so truly disgusting through and through. Hearing Alistair confirm his revolting plans,

If she's not killed in this story, perhaps she can join forces with the villain to get rid of the main character. [Dude, come on. Where are your morals? The side character and the villain are evil people!] [Besides that, the story's focus is on the greatness of the hero! Don't compare the villain to the hero.] I disregarded the comments and quickly looked at my phone, going through who I thought could fit the description of the villain. I did not have many contacts. In a short while, I managed to shortlist two candidates. One was a blind date that my aunt had set me up with, and the man's name was Jason Lou. The other was Quince Chant, my colleague in the second ward as well as my college ma

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Then next step was destroying the people who helped him. For some people, I would be a villan trying to kill everyone but if being a villan means killing your worse enemy who completely shattered your life than, I would love being one. I don't care what other thinks because I'm sure that people close to me are rooting for me. They support me knowing what my real intentions are. I remember how Layla reacted when I told her about killing someone for the first rime. She didn't took me as some freak who belonged to some mental hospital.

“Beast! Why are our loved ones dead, yet you, the murderer, can still become vice president and enjoy wealth and comfort? “A life for a life! He must die! “Everyone, we must kill him!” The emotionally shattered villagers rushed at me with weapons, and no one dared to stop them. Weylon shouted for security to save me, but he blocked their path himself. In that instant, I understood everything. The villagers had been able to smuggle weapons in because Weylon had deliberately ordered security to let them through without a search. He had not mentioned my contributions to the company or the promised charity projects. He only mentioned my promotion, which precisely provoked the villagers’ fury and

"What's he doing?" "Aren't you always watching?" She narrowed her eyes. I could see her wanting to say that favorite line. I lifted my hand. "Yeah, yeah. You can't say. But seriously, he's controlling us like puppets. How do you defeat a man like that?" Her face grew down in a frown. I spun to face her. "Please? Do I just kill him? Should I even do that? What if I can't... you know... perform. I didn't mean to kill Mila, and well, Isabell was trying to kill me, so that was self-defense. Is killing a bad guy a good thing or a bad thing?"

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

Hе twirls thе vаn keys on his indeх fingеr аs hе strоlls tоwаrd mе with а grin. I’ll kill him.

I smiled tightly. He calmed as he stared at me in confusion. Understanding flooded his features. If I was going to know what kind of villain he was, I had to be willing to share the kind I was. I’d killed nearly everyone who took my mother away from us. I kept killing to try and keep it from happening to others. “Did you kill ‘em?” He asked. “Yes. And more than that.” I blushed. “Did you kill that guy? The one the cops came to see you about today?”

It wasn't as smart as I thought. “I mean it when I say you’d die today, but you're right. No harm sharing a few secrets. After you’re dead, I’ll take her with me, get the other hiding descendants and make very good use of their powers. Classic villain plan.” He laughed. “Oh, I see. Then what happens to those who order you to kill her?” “They can rot in hell for all I care. Afterall, when I get her they’ll all kneel before me.” He sounded so sure.