Am I The Villain Novels & Stories

“You enjoy watching people suffer and not for once have you ever seen yourself as a villain. You’re always the victim.” The words struck her harder than any slap could have. For a second, her entire body froze, then her expression darkened. “Oh, I have turned into the villain now? That’s fine,” she hissed. “If you are still hellbent on moving forward with your decision, then you will leave me with no option than to tell everyone what happened years ago. I'll tell Aria exactly what kind of monster her husband is. I will tell her you killed the only...”

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

She has been waiting for you. "Her?" I try to say. No sound comes out. Listen to what she tells you. Do not agree to anything the first time. Refuse twice. On the third time, name your price. That is the oldest rule of this water. Do you understand me, Irene? I cannot answer. The voice is fading. The warmth in my ribs is growing. My daughter. My Irene. I loved you. I love you still. I did not poison myself. Remember it was him.

And I am the villain. Every time Aria’s heart raced when Damian walked into a room, she felt like she was stealing from her own sister. Every time she hoarded a glance, a touch of his hand, or even a cold word from him, she felt like a thief standing in the shadows of a life that wasn't hers. Cassandra wasn’t evil; she was just a woman starving for the affection of a man who belonged to no one.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

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.”

"The normal pack members all seemed to be saying the same thing about the issue so I had to infiltrate the pack house, it took a lot of energy mimicking the appearance of a sentry, hypnotizing them into talking and wiping their memory thereafter." "Wow! No wonder you look exhausted. Thanks for going to such lengths for me." "It's okay Ryder, that's what friends are for." "So what did you find out?" "Are you sure you want to hear it?" Evena asked. "I am sure. Tell me." "Lily wasn't bullied, she would provoke Ava to anger so many times, when Ava retaliated she would act innocent thereby poisoning Jax's mind against Ava. On the day of the attack, the cook who overhead their argument and raised

I ranted and his lips twitched in amusement as I finished my little rant. "You make it sound like I’m a villain.” He murmured, that infuriatingly smooth voice of his making the words sound almost playful. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, “You are a villain, Zade. Who else would kidnap someone back to their own city?” “A villain, huh?” He tilted his head, his gaze darkening just a fraction as he leaned in slightly, “If I’m a villain, what does that make you?” “Your victim.” I shot back without hesitation, lifting my chin defiantly.

"Hey, System, are you sure she's the villain?" "Well… sort of. In a romance novel, the third wheel who keeps getting in the way of the main couple's happily-ever-after is basically a villain, right?" The System's lack of confidence brought a faint, wry smile to my lips. "Failing the last world was my own shortcoming. I never blamed you."

“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.