Villains We Love Novels & Stories

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

it too hated cheating bastards the most. Zhi Ruo smiled satisfied as she put the book back into the big screen, looking as graceful as ever like she hadn't thrown a tantrum just a moment before. "I'm done with that. Are there any missions available yet?" {Aiyya, i was just about to tell host. You have been given a B ranked mission in the small world in a Dramatic School Romance : <>. Does host wish to accept?} "Some high school story? I was hoping to be transferred into the harem of some ancient chinese emperor" Zhi Ruo pouted "It's better than staying bored in this place though." She added as she clicked yes.

" I never thought you would be such a big fool.. Rose will always tell me that my varun is brilliant but just now I realized how brilliant you are.. She will always speak proudly about you, not even once she complained about you, but even now you are not ready to believe her.. May be If you had believed what she said, she would not have lost her unborn baby.. The truth is you don't deserve her love.." After saying it, she left from there.. Am I really unworthy of her love ??.. She would not have experienced all this pain if she had not loved me.. She has only experienced pain since she started falling in love with me.. However, this varun is living only for his gundu.. How can I live without

But Camilla, she killed and tormented for her amusement. She did terrible things just because she found it entertaining. That is what is scary: a villain with a clear motive can be somewhat changed. But someone who kills merely for fun isn’t someone who can be trusted. I have heard from my parents about how the people who were considered villains actually thought they were helping the world. Yes, they caused a lot of harm but in their opinions, they really thought they were changing the world. Others believed that you need to burn the world down first so you can build it up.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

He was the devil's son, and tonight, in this ballroom, he still wore the crown. --- Celine blinked, pulling herself back to the present. Ten years of planning, of scraping, of fueling her hatred with every sleepless night. And here he was, the man who had ruined her, standing so close she could smell the faint trace of his cologne leather, sandalwood, and something darker, like smoke and sin. He didn't recognize her. Of course he didn't. Celine Wolfe had died that night along with her old life; she had become a nobody, a waitress, a ghost. "Celine Voss" was the name on her forged ID tonight, a careful fabrication.

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.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

Cillian The memories I had with Bernando clouded my mind, I couldn't stop feeling bad for him, I looked at his bloody corpse on the cold white tile and felt pained that he had to die in my hands, but he caused his death, and his blood his on his hand, the mafia code can't be reverse because of one man, what would my men think of me if I let him live, what's the assurance he wouldn't come back to hunt me, blood ooze out his forehead, I hardened my emotions not to betray me, he needed money for Gwen surgery he should have told me about it, I would have let him have it in exchange for his hard work and loyalty, that I would do for my men, I watch his corpse laying helplessly on floor, Ethan rip

Gallian's eyes widen, " I hate when people force me to do. Do it properly. Show me how much you love me that you are acting crazy!" Oryx grins, patting his back. " I like straightforward and green frag characters more than Villains because Villains choose the wrong path... I like to see heroes saving people rather than Villains killing people for their lovers!" " Why? The world betrays the Villain. That's why they go against everyone!"