Am I The Villain Novels & Stories

I croaked, edging backward. “You wanted an apology. You wanted me to admit I was wrong. To say I still want you.” He took my chin in his hand, tilting my face toward his. “And you do want me. You always have.” A weak laugh escaped me, half disbelieving, half hysterical. “Why are you saying this?” “There’s something you need to know,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m not your Prince Charming, Amaris. I’m the villain in your story.”

I couldn't help but feel pity for him, even if he said he wanted none of that. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... I didn't know." "No, Lena, I don't want pity; I deserve this. I am not your average knight in shining amour. I am the villain; that's how I see myself. But I want to make this right, and so I have a proposal."

I ran my hand through each one of them, looking for clues. What was I looking for in books? I've watched a lot of movies where the villains hide their secrets in the most unimaginable places, and someone as shady as Diego wouldn't be an exception. "I can't believe I labeled him as a villain already," I said with a groan. "And you got married to a villian, what does that make you as the main character? Someone thoughtless and dumb? It doesn't always end well with the villains," my subconscious mind teased me.

And that neglect had festered for years, rotting me from the inside. As I deepened my thoughts, my hands trembled violently. I reached for the glass on the table and smashed it against the edge, watching it shatter into glittering shards. My pulse thundered, and I pressed one jagged piece into my palm until blood welled, thick and crimson. The sting seared me alive, but the pain only sharpened my voice. “People call me the villain,” I hissed, staring at the blood dripping down my wrist, pooling on the floor. “But I am not the villain. I am the reckoning. I am the bitch fate never accounted for.”

“Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.” Another person stepped forward. Warrior Wolf Peotne, a woman with multiple long braids starting at her scalp and a swagger to her stride. “Is that villain Haile?” she asked, her dark eyes like daggers as they pierced into me. “False narrative, lies, betrayal… I thought Alpha Ares was dead. Or do my own eyes deceive me?” I bit my lip and stayed quiet. I had dug this hole for myself, and I knew that shouting

“no, they came looking for you and instead found me.” “We were talking yesterday.” “yes, and after that call, they showed up on my doorstep.” “you do foresee these things right?” “I do.” “why didn’t you tell me?” “it doesn't work that way?” “Grandma, I am no hero in anyone's story, I am the villain. Even to the boys that I love with my whole heart. I am the villain in all of these, I can't be the hero,” I sigh as I sit on the stairs.

“So this is revenge.” Adrian shrugged. “You could call it that.” Alexander stepped closer. “What do you want from me?” Adrian’s expression became serious. “I want you to finish what your father started.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “You want me to expose Victor.” “Yes.” Amara looked confused. “Why not do it yourself?” Adrian laughed softly. “Because I’m already the villain.” Alexander stared at him. “And you think I’m the hero?” Adrian shook his head slowly. “No.” His eyes shifted briefly toward Amara.

I said, “Are you serious?” “Kill Sandra.” I said firmly. “You are standing in Blood Moon’s territory, their soon-to-be Luna and talking about this? What kind of Luna are you?” Her voice didn’t contain any astound, it was laced with scorn. “You could have lived happily ever after.” He won’t let it happen after knowing everything. I thought. “I guess I am the villain of my own story.” I tittered and moved back. “I want to be cleared of any suspicion. Also, what will I gain?” She asked.

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.