Villan Novels & Stories

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

No matter what happens, I don't want them to get involved. Lucille Damian is my official name in the company. Some people look up to me and fear me. For a few months, I learnt how to be Lucille Damian, and for a few years, I was Lucille Santos. Since the attorney has entered my life, she has shown me who and what I truly am. I am Damian's heir, but no one knows I'm still alive. After all, the public knows me as Lucille, the faceless woman. All of my staff were forbidden from exposing what they believed I looked like as Lucille Damian. They had no right to harm me.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

In her past life, she had read the exact military specifications of Vane’s personal tactical kit—he was an arrogant narcissist who would never link his own biological life to a destructive kill-switch because he always believed he would win. ​"The only orbital tracking device linked to your tactical kit is a standard locator beacon, Vane," Vivian said, her voice dripping with absolute, ruthless satisfaction as she walked up to the silver briefcase and picked it up. She looked at him, her blue eyes flashing with the ultimate face-slapping triumph. "You didn't link a thermite charge to your heart because you're too afraid of dying by an accidental system glitch. Your bluff is as cheap as your

The night deepened, and the hideout hummed with quiet intensity. Damon leaned back in his chair, listening as updates poured in one after another. Villareal’s empire was bleeding—slowly, methodically—but the man himself? Still standing. Still refusing to flinch. “He is still courageous,” the assistant murmured, lowering his tablet. There was a trace of respect in his tone, but more than that—concern. “Even with rumors swirling and numbers crashing, Villareal isn’t panicking. He’s not breaking.”

What he saw only deepened his fury. Then, he stumbled upon the most recent video—one where he was wearing the exact outfit he had on today. It was a screen recording of Bellie's I*******m story. A melancholic song played in the background while he stood working in the distance. The comments on this particular clip were far more unhinged and delusional than any he had seen before. Tham's jaw clenched tight with mounting rage. The narratives these people were weaving in the comments were entirely fabricated.

“Preparations are underway.” Kael nodded at him and scanned the hall. Taking notes of guards, candidates and on lookers. But he didn't spare a glance at me. I exhaled slowly. “Why is a weakling standing in the center,” a voice asked from behind him. I flinched. Kael turned then and his eyes landed on me at last without any interest, other than assessment. “Who is she,” he asked. “Iria,” Elder Rhex said quickly. “She’s pack-born.”

He couldn't relax because he couldn't stop thinking about Lilith. "Tio, eat something. You need to eat or you'll be the first to die. Lilith is a part werewolf, she won't die," Vaan said to Tio as he handed him a bottle of water and some fruits. Tion just said, "Thanks," as he accepted Vaan's offer.

I snapped, “tell me the truth. Did you tell Lisha about me and Sienna?” “What? No! Of course not,” he said quickly. “Why would I even do that?” “Then how the hell does she know?!” I demanded, voice rising. “She’s a Villanovan, Steve,” he said bluntly. “The only child of one of the richest families in the country. Right after Denver’s clan. If she wants info, she’ll get it. Maybe she paid someone to watch you or Sienna.” Villanovan. That explained the arrogance. The control. But still…