A Villain's Will To Survive Novels & Stories

What kind of love uses rope to keep you close? Maybe I saw him through rose-tinted glasses. I ignored all the red flags, warning signs, and weird family dynamics because I was newly divorced and desperate for help getting revenge on Martin and his mistress. People always talk about villains as if you can spot them in a crowd. But the truth is, the worst ones are the ones who believe they are doing the right thing—the ones who call it love when it’s really control. And that’s what William is to me now—a man with good intentions and dangerous capabilities.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

I was surrounded by predators and my skills were nought in front of them. I swallowed the pain and gulped my panic; the hyenas were behind me now. I could go to the lake in front of me, just a few inches ahead and I would make it my coffin. Another girl was killed and screams resounded then died. What if I let them bite me like the one who died… Someone might survive because of it. The idea of their teeth cutting my skin made my throat dry. But if I had to die, I would prefer to die honourably. “You can die a coward or be a hero,” Lilith once told me. However, I was no hero. I was a villain instead. Karma had reached me for pushing a little boy to his demise.

The universe had a sick sense of humor, and apparently I was its favorite joke. Two women. Two betrayals. Same ending. Both of them had taken everything soft in me and weaponized it. Both of them had looked at me like I wasn’t enough, like they needed someone gentler, someone safer, someone who wasn’t carved out of steel and violence. But they forgot something. I didn’t mind being the villain. Villains survive. And I’d learned this lesson once before, Alessia had made sure of that. You give a woman your heart, and she’ll crush it just to see what sound it makes.

“So I will do what I must. I will act as I agree. I will sign the papers. I will say the words. I will be the person he wants me to be. But I will not let it happen the way he plans. I will leave clues. I will build something that can be used against him later, when I have the power to stop him.” “I will make myself the villain. I will take the blame. I will let everyone think I am just like him. Because if they think I am evil, they will not suspect I am working against him. If they think I want what he wants, they will not look for what I am doing behind their backs.” “It is the only way. I know it hurts. I know it is wrong. But it is the only way to keep her safe. To keep her alive.”

I moved closer to him and unlocked the metal locking his mouth then returned back to my seat letting the silence settle. “Who sent you?” My smile disappeared. He remained silent. “Wrong answer.” I slammed the crowbar into his hand, making a hole in it. “Argh,” he screamed out, then blood began to trail down his battered hands. “You ready to talk?”Still quiet. No problem. I like them difficult. I moved beside the wall where he was tied and flicked the switch. Then the real show began. He began screaming as electricity traveled down his body. Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors.

“He sent you to steal those documents, to cripple me before making his move.” I pull the man back as he falls to the ground again. He nods weakly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Marcellus’s ambition is nothing new, but this attack is a declaration of war. And if war is what he wants, then war is what he’ll get. “Take him away. Put him in the cell. I’ll deal with him later.”

Just like the monster that killed without any emotions. My blood turned to ice. I wondered how stupid I was earlier to let him affect me. He was bad news. He was the clear definition that villains were not always ugly. Some came with the most charming face and alluring physique but that didn't make them less of a villain. “What does this mean for me?” My voice was barely audible. “Be loyal and consider your family protected. Double cross me and they're out.” “I don't want any bloodshed.” “It's simple. Act right and play your role well.”

They were his and he’ll have them, even if it meant killing innocents for it. He had it all planned out. If the governor didn’t agree, rain down bullets in the back and kill each and every child, woman, and man in that bank, till he gave him what belonged to him. There was no one stopping him now! How was our Villian's intro??

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.