Villains We Love Novels & Stories

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

How could they do this to her? Kreed laughed. “What’s the difference? All villains are the same.” Mayeli turned to face him, her green eyes flaming like emeralds under a burning furnace. “No matter how hard I think about it at the moment, you’re not a human being. Kreed slowly ran his finger down her jawline, his hand careful and his eyes filled with admiration. “Don’t you know how much I love you, Mayeli? That makes me human.” Mayeli laughed. “Blackmailing the woman you love is not love, but a crime, you crazy asshole.”

What kind of love uses rope to keep you close? Maybe I saw him through rose-tinted glasses. I ignored all the red flags, warning signs, and weird family dynamics because I was newly divorced and desperate for help getting revenge on Martin and his mistress. People always talk about villains as if you can spot them in a crowd. But the truth is, the worst ones are the ones who believe they are doing the right thing—the ones who call it love when it’s really control. And that’s what William is to me now—a man with good intentions and dangerous capabilities.

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.

"If you think you and I will become friends, you are gravely mistaken," I roll my eyes. "Please, I wouldn't want a human-eater as a friend, but what I don't understand is why you hate humans so much in the first place," Once again, Adam turns silent before answering. "My mate, Elena, she was a pure soul who loved humans. Her beauty was outstanding, and her smile was breathtaking. I loved her more than anything. I thought we would be together forever, but the human village she lived in came in the way. For years, she had protected them from danger. She guarded their streets and played with their children. Her magic kept them from harm. And they thanked her by murdering her in her sleep,"

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

My heart twisted. She stepped closer to the bars. “You were right, you know. He will. And so will you. Because you betrayed us, Aria. You picked him. The man who destroyed our family.” “He didn’t,” I snapped. “You did.” Something flickered in her eyes. Brief. Then just like that it was gone. Lira smiled. “You still think love is going to save you. That Kol’s going to get up, rip the chains from his wrists and slay the dragon. But this isn’t a fairy tale, baby sister. This is real life. And in real life, villains win.”

"Let's see what we're doing for today." I clicked a folder on my computer. Employment process and staff checks. The main goal is to fish out Thor's pawns and eliminate them. But how will I know when he always makes sure to avoid suspicion? I twirled on my chair as if it'll make my thought process faster, it did. I stopped and opened a new page on the computer, typed in childhood. Thor doesn't recruit loyal people, he recruits people he has something against. People with something to lose, people like me.