Villains Costume Novels & Stories

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

Remembering I couldn’t even strangle him earlier, I controlled myself. He was now dressed in an intricate gold thread embroidered black vest with a red lolita style frock coat. He had black breeches and leather boots that shone like diamond even though they were black. He had proper white gloves on and a golden chain harness adoring his royally daunting look. Up close, he didn’t look bad at all. Above all, his blue eyes made it difficult for a person to not awe him. But for me, they were the eyes of a devil.

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

He asked looking at Alice who nodded. " First you must know the uniform code. This orange emerald green is for you." he gave me a shirt with green borders and a green skirt which comes above my knees. He gave a shirt with red borders and a fitting pant for both of the brothers. " Green for witches, red for Vamp, blue for a werewolf, black for every other species cause the queen prefers this type of code. There will be many parties in the Academy so you can choose some gowns, other dresses, and finally a photo for your ID." We all explored the whole shop to select whatever dress I like. I bought some blue gown which I admired before. There's only one floor but a variety of dresses. There's no

Upon opening, I find a toiletry kit and medical supplies neatly arranged in it. “Wow,” I whisper to myself. Zack really did arrange everything for me. ********** I must admit that Zack has excellent taste when it comes to choosing clothes for others. Indeed, he himself dresses attractively, but selecting for someone else is a big deal unless you know what type of outfits they prefer or look good in. I walk out of the washroom wearing an off white beige ribbed henley top with long sleeves and a brown lace-trimmed camisole underneath. Paired with dark brown beige plaid shorts.

She addressed. William had no other choice than to nod in acceptance, this brought a smile on death's face and she finally opened her lips. "Now rise, my Deathlock!" She finally spoke orally. William screamed in loud pain as the ground he knelt on wrapped around him. From the dept of oblivion, dark matters constructed around him to form a dark long sleeve costume with a bold red skull insignia on it chest, red gloves and boots, a dark mask on his face which also had a red skull insignia revealing two red eyes. He struggled screaming valiantly but suddenly, the pain subsided bestowing upon him salvation of his new self.

First came Stephanie's piercing shriek. "Ah! Stop looking! Don't look!" Vincent flew into a rage. "Put the cover back on, Mom. Now!" By then, the visitors had seen everything. They saw him climb off her in a compromising position. Sweat gleamed on his skin, and faint marks of passion showed across his body. His pants hung around his ankles. The inner wall of the coffin was scored with scratch marks of varying depth. Torn clothing lay scattered inside the casket.

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.

“You want to look like sin wrapped in silk?” “I want to look like vengeance in velvet.” Roman clapped his hands. “Finally. I get to have fun.” They chose a double-breasted midnight black suit trimmed in obsidian satin, tailored so sharp it could cut. The shirt beneath was blood-charcoal silk, the color of bruises. Max stood still as a mannequin as pins danced around him. “And the mask?” Roman asked. Max hesitated. “Something that hides everything,” he murmured. “But lets her recognize me if she dares to look close enough.”

Every billionairess. Every board member. Every fake friend and backstabber in a dress with a champagne glass. I had no plans of going. Until this. Until that recording. Until they made me look like the villain in my own damn life. I marched to the closet. Snatched the darkest, sexiest, most dramatic gown I could find. Velvet black with a slit that screamed “Try me.” I threw it on. Red lipstick. Diamond cuffs. Louboutins that could kill a man if I stepped hard enough.