Novel & Cerita Am I The Villain

He blocked my way. “What is the problem, sweetheart? What did I do wrong?” he asked softly. I stared at him mutely. How can someone as caring as Emiliano be an initial villain? He held my hands. “Talk to me, sweetheart. I’m sorry if I did anything wrong. Don’t be mad at me, please,” he begged. I pulled my hand away from him. Once a villain will always be a villain. “Why? How could you be so evil to take another’s life most viciously?” I queried. Confusion flickered across his face.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

I maneuvered at the last minute not to get into a collision. “Dad watch the road !” Lewis exclaimed with fear. “Dad is scared,” Liam said almost crying. “Am sorry boys” I said to them assuring them not to be afraid that they were safe. Get a hold of yourself… I screamed in my mind. I would rather not get my kids killed. Mia would never forgive me if that happened. My current situation with Mia had me questioning myself and why I made such decisions in the past. I needed companionship, I needed someone to talk to. But who cares I was the villain in Mia's life now. Everyone was against me. How Could a villain want or desire good things? Villains create the bad side of every story and not the

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

“Let them talk. I’ll shut every mouth that tries.” I looked away, biting my lip hard to keep the tears from falling. “I worked so hard, Theo. I gave everything to this. And now I’m the villain?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not the villain. You’re the reason we even got this far. I’ll find out who really did this. I swear it.”

"It's posturing. She's playing the victim." "She's winning." Maya sits down. Looks exhausted. "Aria, the optics are terrible. Wealthy woman blackmails ex-lover into sexual submission? Even with context, even with the truth about what Damien did to you, people are going to side with Victoria. She's the jilted fiancée. You're the other woman. The predator." "I'm the victim," I say. "He destroyed my family." "I know that. You know that. But right now? The world sees you as the villain."

He returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.

People going about their days, unaware that mine was imploding again. "What if he's right?" I whispered. "What if I am the villain?" "Then we're both villains." Damien's arms tightened around me. "Because I'm about to burn Victor Kane's empire to the ground."

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 twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.