Am I The Villain Novels & Stories

I smiled at Nate. I left them both. Idiots, as long as I live, I will not give up Ian to anyone! I'm making myself a villain now. I'll make sure, this time the villain will win. Just wait Ian, and Nate, you'll see the real me! ....

"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. "

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.

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.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

"I told you what the official report said." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" "Because I didn't have proof." Amara's voice became smaller. "Do you have proof now?" "No." "Then what do you have?" "A reason to believe the report was fabricated." Amara felt dizzy. "Who fabricated it?" "I don't know." "Victoria?" "Possibly." "You keep saying possibly." "Because I won't lie to you just to make this easier." Amara looked at her for a long moment. That was the problem with Alessia.

Scared of what, I don’t really know. Without hesitations, I embraced her. I wrap my arms around her very tight and regardless of whether she tried to get rid of not, I will not let her slip in my grip. She doesn’t like me, I know, actually, she hated me. I am the villain that makes her every day worse. I’m a troublemaker to her and I make her really mad each day but… today, she doesn’t have to hate me, she can treat me as a friend who genuinely wants to comfort her, help her, and to sympathize with her.

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”

I asked, a mockery-wrapped laughter erupting from my lips. "You seem to have forgotten something, though. I hate you, and I hate Amery. As long as something makes the two of you happy, I will take it away." I added, and the way he looked at me? His gaze was filled with so much hatred, so much disbelief, like he was looking at the queen of evil herself. Well, he wasn't wrong to judge me like that. I was the queen of vengeance and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. " You can paint me as the villainess. I honestly don't care. And if it makes you happy, you can call me the devil herself. " I suggested, faux kindness framing my features.