Am I The Villain Novels & Stories

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?”

“To dumb it down, everyone hates you so much. They would rather gush out their eyes than see you win this game." The system's voice was steady, calm, void of emotions, but to Melissa it felt a sharp iron rod to her chest. She knew she was hated, but for them to be willing to inflict pain on themselves just as not to see her victorious was just psychopathic. “As for your second question, why do you have to be the villain?" the system continued casually as though reading the weather. “Because being evil suits you, besides you had one of those most gruesome betrayals in your past life, so I am certain you can channel just enough anger to make this game the hottest thing on national television."

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 said, a small smile forming. Julio's face became red as he began to shake his head so much that I swore his buzz cut started shaking. "I'm not a bad person," he said in protest. "You might not be a bad person, but there's a difference between being bad and being a villain," I said. "It's okay," I added after a while of watching him stutter over his words. "There's nothing wrong with being a villain sometimes. Damon taught me that there's always a version of you that everyone needs at some point. Maybe that's what they need—a villain," I said as I got up from my seat. "If that's all, then... I think we should get ready to meet them. How is tomorrow?" I asked, feeling optimistic about the ne

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?