Villainous Laugh Novels & Stories

Clara kept on asking question I could tell she is the brilliant type. "There is a ant on your shoulder" Miller tease me I jumped immediately trying to get it off my body. "Where is it gone?" I said startled "it a prank" she smirk. I was a little bit timid. I hate ant a lot and I don't want anything tamper with my skin "You are a Coward" I said as I twist his ear he let groan a little and I smiled. This was the first time I had a real smile on my face after my mum death

He asked, turning to face Killian who was now engrossed in his phone, knowing that Nicholas would never attest to that. Just as he had expected, he burst out laughing, threw his head backwards with his mouth agape, releasing a deep throaty sound that made them confused. While laughing so hard, he gave one big resounding slap of his hands like some sort of madman or a yukking narcissist, applauding his own magnificent sense of humor. Killian and Matt stared at him ridiculously, almost punching him hard so he could stop his stupid seal laughter which sounded like the fakest thing they have ever heard.

He had a scribble out face. I could feel myself smiling as I kept increasing the gripe around this man's neck. The whispers around me were getting louder. I could no longer tell if they were real or fake. I started to laugh as I felt the neck in my hands slowly start to break. I could feel something wet going down my face as I laughed. The man in my hands started to laugh with me. Our laugh started to mix. The laughter continued until I felt his neck break in my hold. ….It is quiet now

“Can you please cut me some slack? I know I may have enemies, but everything — everything… leads back to you. And I promise you, Victoria, I will hunt you down. You’ve stepped harder on my toes than ever before, and I’m not brushing it off this time. You’ve made enemies for yourself, not just me. So… watch your back, sis.” Her lips twitched like she was holding back a sneeze — and then came the laugh. Not a ha-ha-we’re-siblings laugh. No. This was the villain's laugh. The “I just poured poison into your tea and I’m waiting for you to take a sip” laugh. She tilted her head, her hair swishing back like she was filming a shampoo commercial no one asked for. Then, locking eyes with me, she fired

He has thought about this for years. "Liam. You did not love me." "No, my love. I did not." "Did you ever?" "No." I did not expect the sound that came out of me to be a laugh. It was not a real laugh. It was the small, broken cough of a thing that has run out of room for any other reaction. He smiled gently at it. He thought it was the beginning of a plea. It was not. It was the noise a closing door makes when it cannot quite reach its frame.

She walked over and looked at me, then sneered, "Are you trying to fake another suicide attempt to make Lucas and Charlie feel sorry for you? Maddison, I've been watching you all day, just waiting for you to pull this stunt again." As she spoke, she turned on the light and picked up a kitchen knife, waving it in front of me. "Guess what Lucas and Charlie will think when they see me cut by this knife in a little while?" I let out a scoff. I had read too many of these manipulative little drama tricks in melodramatic novels. Every time, it would always make me grind my teeth in anger.

Zach admitted. "I wonder the smile on that jerk's face when he finds out about the evil secret of the lady he trusts!. Hahahaha". Zeke announced and laughed out loud. "You really are mischievous, Zeke. We're totally opposite, your laugh is creepy". Zach announced as he felt goosebumps because of Zeke's laughing style. "What?. That's how a villain should laugh hmph". Zeke pouted his lips and furrowed his eyebrows as he said to Zach.

(Lich) His laugh were actually sound like a villain maniacal laugh, but one thing for sure, he is delighted. After what seemingly a long time of him continuously laughing, his demeanour immediately changed, to very accommodate and friendly mannered. He then invites us to have a seat near the table, whilst he went away and prepared a welcome east for us.

She laughed out loud, the sound echoing strangely in the quiet hallway. David froze. He had never seen her laugh like this—sharp, bitter, almost cruel. It wasn't the laughter of joy or relief. It was a sound that made his stomach twist, because it carried all the pain and anger she had been holding back for years.

For reasons I did not understand, reasons I was not ready for, I was laughing with this person. He was the most maddening person in the world. And being in here, he has made me tell him how I was feeling, and laugh with him. Ridiculous! This must be the second time I was laughing with him. As I realized this, I looked at him again, and I thought, 'What’s up with this one? Is he a psychopath? Is he... Like, what is it about him that can be so maddening and makes you laugh at the same time? Is he a psychopath? A narcissist? A master manipulator?