A Villain's Will To Survive Novels & Stories

“B-But—” "I told you that I don't kill people because I recognized that each of us has a unique story to tell. Not all villains choose to be what they are by birth. Perhaps they are simply a victim of this brutal world. However, if your employer attempts to interfere with me, I will not hesitate to kill him." Ace is never out of Val's sight. "I wished to assist you. You also have the option to murder me when I release you. However, would such devastation alter this terrible world?”

According to the comments, I was the main protagonist's first love in the opening scene of a post-apocalyptic movie, but I would die and be torn to pieces within the first act. Valerio would then hug my dead body and scream my name in anguish, vowing revenge. He'd survive the first few brutal weeks with all the food I'd stockpiled in my apartment. Then, he would recruit his own team, form allies, and eventually become a strong, powerful leader. In the end, he would even meet another young woman who looked exactly like me. They would fight side by side and love each other for the rest of their lives. I gripped my phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

I smirked and walked away with Mona’s body in tow. I could hear him scream as he tried to break free from the slithering flames. As there is a villain, so will there be a fraudulent hero that will tell tales of how horrific this day was. I was created as a villain – built from hatred, rage, and pain. I will make them feel the loss, the emotions that we went through. “I will not let you live!”, Evan came running, dagger in hand and burns on his skin. I dodged to the side, letting Mona down as I look at the blue-eyed knight. “You broke free.” I snickered.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Just as my eyelids started to feel heavy, my phone buzzed. Jace: The Villain totally deserved to win. I rolled my eyes, a small smile tugging at my lips. Me: Are you serious? He was literally a psychopath. Jace: So? At least he was consistent. The hero was just annoying. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a laugh. This was classic Jace—always rooting for the morally corrupt characters. Me: Okay, well, explain how stabbing an innocent person made sense then? Jace: Survival instinct. If you think about it—

I hope she survives. [Look for the villain! He wants to protect her so eagerly!] [I don't dare to watch this at all! The killing is too cruel! Even if he had a grudge against the side character, he didn't need to make it so creepy, right?] [Haha! We're in beta testing. Surely there'd be bugs.] [The villain is at his home, which is close to the hospital. If only she could go and ask him for help.] [If only she could send him a message. He would surely be able to save her!]

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

I'd rather fight and lose than never fight at all. I'd rather be the villain in their story than the victim in my own. So I was going to seduce Kian Ashford. I was going to make him fall for me just enough. I was going to use him exactly the way they'd all been using me. And I wasn't going to feel guilty about it. Not even a little bit. Because this was survival. And I was done apologizing for wanting to live.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

The body guard answered trembling. "Just get out" William yelled furiously, he banged the table loudly. "Yes, My Lord" The guard trembled out, thanking his stars that he wasn't killed. "Rubbish" William yelled, drinking the third bottle of the vodka, "I promise my self, if I get hold of her I will kill her myself.