A Villain's Will To Survive Novels & Stories

“In another world, villains live long. But in this world of mine…. Villains will gnash their teeth to survive. They’ll desire everything a hero has but will get none. Villains will rot on earth, in Madrid, and in hell in the afterlife. No matter what life does to you… you have no right to be evil. You can defend yourself, but being evil, killing the innocent and stealing from people should be the last thing you ever think of doing. It is better to die for the world’s freedom so generations can call you a legend… than to end everyone and suffer in the afterlife…. His words echoed in little Aurora’s mind. **** Marisol smiled, dancing beside Sasha as the music grew wilder. Vincenzo’s wristwatch

And he became so enraged that he was not sure himself that if he'll gonna kill her. He instantly took hold of her throat and pushed her to the wall with all the force that her head collided with the wall and started to ache. While the strong hold on her throat was making it difficult for her to breath. Her eyes almost popped out and her face turned blue due to the lack of oxygen. While he gritted his teeth in rage and was definitely planning to kill her. But then he thought that it will be the least punishment to kill her at once. She should suffer for all of her life and beg him herself for death. Only then she can realize what sin she has committed. She thought she was dying, the only thin

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.

Without him, the warmth that had been stroking every inch of my flesh had turned freezing cold. I couldn't help but stare at him as he threw something at a cage with metal bars. I nearly covered my mouth as I took in the scene. Levine Klementine, the supposedly mysterious young man who was reported to break his family's curse and the sole surviving member in the past and present, is definitely lethal-looking, but he also had a charming side. His aura is threatening to kill anyone at any time, much like any vampire would, like Xander. Unfortunately, the young vampire is currently staring into my wider eyes, so I am unable to look at Xander's mouth or even hear what he is saying to him while h

As if I hadn’t seen right through his weak attempt at playing me. It was almost insulting how little they thought of me. If they were going to paint me as the villain in their story, the least they could do was acknowledge just how dangerous I could be. I wasn’t a monster. Not really. But a villain? Well, maybe. I mean, we’re all villains in someone’s story, aren’t we? The way I saw it, I was just trying to survive. This world didn’t reward the weak. It was survival of the fittest, and I was born to win. I had to win.

“You’re a villain. Just like the G.H.C. You pretend to fight for justice, but you’re all the same. All of you. You’re nothing but killers and liars.” I could feel the darkness surging through me, feeding off my anger, my hatred. I could crush him right now, make him pay for everything he’d done. But I didn’t. Not yet. “No,” I said, loosening my grip slightly, just enough to let him speak. “You don’t deserve a quick death. After everything you’ve done, you deserve something much worse.” Hyperion’s eyes fluttered open, full of pain and confusion. “What… are you going to do?”

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.

I ended it there because it’s Evander’s turn to speak. “Sometimes, the hardest battle to fight with, is our dark experiences. Sometimes, the loudest noise that we can hear is the chaos inside our head because we continuously hear those bad voices inside our head and sometimes, the worst villain we can encounter is ourselves. We are all fighting a silent battle – some might be tolerable but some might be severe” he stated. Now it’s my turn again.

He had found surveillance footage from the cemetery, showing me knocking Raymond out and taking him away. The police interrogated me for hours. I refused to tell them where Raymond was. On the day the court sentenced me to death, I finally smiled. That scumbag, Raymond, was locked in a place only I knew. There was no food and water. He would never make it out. He would spend his last days in absolute despair, tortured by his sins. As for me, I faced my end willingly. I only hoped that in the next life, Ivy could find peace and happiness.

"After the bonding, I drained the tax-collector. Then his lieutenant. Then the lieutenant's wife, who had been kind to me. Then a noble. Then his son, who was eleven. Then a town. Then a province. Then I was famine, eighth. I do not remember the rest. I remember waking up four years later in a Pacific trench with my body in a sleep I have been in ever since, and I remember the sea-grandmothers explaining to me what I had become." "How did you survive." "I refused at the right time. The pearl asks one question, eighth. Once. Late. When you are tired. When you have already given everything else. The question is not the bonding question. The question is the second question. *Will you stay.* You