Am I The Villain Novels & Stories

I stare right into his beautiful eyes, desperately searching for a hint of the person I knew him to be. His hand grabs my neck roughly, "Do you know who I am, May?. I am not one of the teenager you are used to." I swallowed my fear, ignoring the rising pain in my neck. "I don't care. " "You should Jailbait." "I don't care." "I am not someone you'd want to run into Ina dark alley, I am not a prince charming. I am the villain who eats little virgins like you for breakfast. I am a nightmare."

“Good. Now that one part of our plan is underway, we can proceed with the others. There’s no fuss now because I can explain my way out of this one but it would get much harder in the future.” “People will undoubtedly complain if you’re giving this much leeway to the werecreatures. I doubt the Queen will let you pass laws arbitrarily.” “Amaika, one of my many talents is knowing exactly how to catch people in a perfect trap. You just have to worry about your people while I take the title of a villain." "You're quite literally the standard of royalty. We can't just let you become a villain or a pariah." "People can think of it as my rebellion. I will be glorious in history. Besides, I'm only 19

"Until what?" "Until they're as broken as I was. Until they're destroyed from the inside out. Until they beg for the mercy I'll never give." I looked out the window. "And then only then I release the data. I let the world see what they really are. And I watch them burn." "You've become the villain." "No." I smiled. Cold. Empty. "I've become what they made me. And that's so much worse than a villain." "What's worse than a villain?"

And in that silence, I realized something critical: the world hadn’t ended, the worst hadn’t consumed me yet, but it had shifted. I had struck back. And the consequences, whatever they were, would have to follow. They had already labeled me the villain, and in that moment, I almost believed it myself. Perhaps I might as well fully embrace the role they had assigned me. After all, if the world was going to see me as cruel and heartless, why resist it? Why fight a label that had already been cemented by the people around me? “How dare you hit Amelia?”

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

I blushed at the compliment, “Yeah, well I feel like you’re also in your element when you grill me like that. You’re a very believable villain.” He rose from his chair, the muscles in his face tense. He made a full circle around the desk and knelt close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek, “Don’t be deceived, Amelia. You only like me because we’re standing on the same side of this case. I am a villain. It would do you well to remember that.”

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

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