Villainous: Despicable Plots Novels & Stories

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

A harmonic shudder ripples up through the trench, through the deep currents of Alastor, through the coral foundations of Coralspire Palace. Six hundred feet up, at his late breakfast, my uncle Rick's wineglass cracks in his hand. He sets it down slowly. He does not speak. The boiled quail-egg on his plate goes uneaten. And in a sealed dungeon cell my cousin does not yet know she is sitting in, Mabelle lifts her head — eyes red from screaming, throat raw — and feels the shudder through her rootwork bones, and smiles for the first time in two weeks. Morrigwen watches me bond.

“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.

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

I hate weak girls who keeps on romanticizing every guy’s hypocrisy! “Don’t talk to me like that. Fix yourself Jai, you look horrible” I told her in a straight and cold voice. I pity her and at the same time if affects me seeing her in that condition. I don’t want to be so soft to her because I want her to be a strong woman and not just anyone that a guy can peek on to. Among us, Jaira is the most demure and vulnerable while Ara and Hailee are both tough and feeble.

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.

The author wrote the novel for the villain and the protagonists to fight each other. In terms of IQ, the villain wins. In terms of strength, the villain wins—even though he was disabled. In terms of being a schemer, the villain also wins. In terms of being cruel and merciless? It's the villain who wins. Besides that, the villain is also the head of the clan, one of the most feared by the others to the point that if they heard his name, they would subconsciously shiver. Even though they know that the villain was disabled, they didn't easily laugh or mock him for being so because those who laugh at him and mock him for his disability met a cruel end.

"I told you what the official report said." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" "Because I didn't have proof." Amara's voice became smaller. "Do you have proof now?" "No." "Then what do you have?" "A reason to believe the report was fabricated." Amara felt dizzy. "Who fabricated it?" "I don't know." "Victoria?" "Possibly." "You keep saying possibly." "Because I won't lie to you just to make this easier." Amara looked at her for a long moment. That was the problem with Alessia.

"Obviously! I'm not sleep talking, am I? Now, why am I in a cage? And why are there servants packing most of your stuff? Are you being evicted? Did you finally get caught for all those crimes you've definitely committed?" One corner of his mouth twitched. "What crimes?" "I don't know. I haven't figured them out yet. But I'm sure they exist. You have that villainous look, take it as a compliment as personally I think villains are sexy. Which means almost every one is sexy since we’re villains when someone else is telling the story." “Sometimes your words are surprising for an owl.” “…yeah” Kealen rose from his desk, leaving the papers scattered behind him and walked toward me.

“Do you know something?” “If I did, I would've told you already.” He sighed. “Look, Desmond, you know I've never liked your wife, no offence.” “No offense taken.” That much was common knowledge. Victor and Camellia barely tolerated each other. “I've never trusted her either.” I shook my head. “There it is.” “What?” “That narrative you've built up in your head.” Victor laughed. “Narrative?” “Yes.” I pointed at him with my coffee cup. “You decided years ago that she's the villain of every story, and now you can't see anything else.”