Villian Names Novels & Stories

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

‘ 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.

She placed her mint handbag on the couch and we took seats around the dining table. A few moments later, a question popped up. “How about in the side of Matthew’s mother? He had informed me of his other name.” “Their names are the complete opposite of ours,” Nomy replied. “Matt’s mother is Lilith.” “Grand papa’s name is Biblical, though,” I butt in. She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, the very first murderer, Cain. And then his wife is Pandora, the one who released all evil in the world.” “Ugh,” I facepalmed; “this is why I really hate my name!”

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

"I'll forward you the summary of it all." "We were also given another deal to secure within a month." Vanessa groaned inwardly, why couldn't Damien just let her be. Vanessa’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Lily. “With Who?” she asked, her voice steady. “They call him The Devil… or Mr. Cold,” Lily said, her words careful. “He’s a billionaire, very powerful, and not someone who usually works with others. But if we can get him on board, it could seal the deal.”

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.

Elliot asked looking at me and all I did is smile and shook my head "Sure, tell them," I said "Guess who Violet really is?" He asked "What do you mean she's Violet isn't she," Elijah asked "Nope wrong well right but still wrong," he said and his twin gave him a Gibbs slap. "Just tell them before I do," Ollie said and then came to sit next to me "Fine Violet is known as Angel, Butterfly, and Raven" "What?!" They all screamed and looked at me and I give them a small smile "Angel like the best assassin in the world and Butterfly like the best underground fighter??" Leo asked

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"