Villains Book Novels & Stories

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

The knowledge arriving not as a thought but as a fact: he is mine. I had spent three years cataloguing everything I could find about the empire's power structure. The Aura cultivation hierarchy. The capital city of Valenor, its districts, its palace layout as described in a military treatise I'd traded two months of extra chores to borrow from the minor noble house where my aunt worked as a laundry woman. I had learned to read better than anyone in my family, better probably than Cook, better than most of the servants I'd grown up beside, because reading was the only method available to her and I needed to understand the world I was going to navigate. I had not told anyone about any of this.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

She waved her hand in an exaggerating manner, "I'd like you guys to get your horny selves out of my office or I'd have security throw you both out." Without a word, they both left her office, she sighed and looked up to find Khairatu looking at her. "And what the hell are you looking at? Scratch, scramble. Get the fuck out!" The girl practically ran out of the office, Munawarrah plunged herself into work and successfully avoided thinking about some certain man. She was in her library reading a book on plasmodium, it had hurt her a lot that her first experiment had gone utterly wrong. Plasmodyl was her first trial at producing a malaria drug, even any drug and the outcome had ended up disastr

“Don’t you understand? That book... is a gold mine of knowledge!” “Er...” “That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!” I dropped the book in shock. ________________

The Council's observers moved through the crowd with the awkwardness of people who'd forgotten how to be anonymous. And at the edge, in the shadows, in the margins where the real story was being written, my circle held its position. Seraphina with her wounded optimism. Emberlyn with her fragile brilliance. Austin with his silent blade. Thalassa with her ocean patience. Elara with her rebirth fire. Zephina with her shadow sovereignty. Riven with his beautiful error. And me. The revenant. The anomaly. The villainess who'd stopped playing her role and had started building something that didn't need the narrative's permission to exist.