Novel & Cerita Anti Villian

he said slowly, voice iron-smooth, “because she’s the best weapon we have. I know that she has attitude and I hate it too but she is the best than any of you.” That made the room pause. “You all know her name. The Revenant. The ghost in the blood. Half the underworld thinks she’s a myth. The other half prays they never see her face. And guess what? She's on our side now.” Kira’s eyes narrowed. “For how long?” “As long as I say,” Viktor snapped, his voice slicing through the room. “You don’t need to like it. You need to respect it.” “She’s not a team player,” Valerie said, almost teasing. “She’s more like a…wild dog with sharp teeth.”

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

All in all, it has been over five years, but we call each other and we have been living like that. Even though I try to keep myself low-key and erase the traces of the bastard in my life, no myth can change my mind about the fact that Theodore Andrews is the villain bound to threaten my existence. I wouldn't mind smashing his head on a rocky surface any day I mysteriously meet him. I will be glad to watch his downfall, but I will keep all that in my dream until karma decides to resurrect.

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

I suspected that Villain X had helped him in the past, just like she helped me, and he was doing all of this to pay her back. He was just a pawn, moved by the Villain X. A doll controlled by the puppet master. Yet I could see why he was in his position right now. Frankly, Blake wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, he was easily triggered by anger and pride. The dude was like a walking jerrycan of gasoline, ready to explode with even the tiniest spark of fire.

BRAD The city looked different on snowy nights. There were no stars in the sky just snow falling endlessly. I leaned closer to the glass, my hands in my pockets, my reflection staring back at me: sharp, calm. But right now I was far from calm. I was calculating. People always say every villain has an origin story. Maybe that's true, but I've never really considered myself a villain. No I actually see myself as the hero of this story. Most villains do what they do out of spite and anger, but not me. I do what I do because it's a necessary evil.

Besides— “He is a billionaire with everything he wants, perfect body, perfect face, no kids, a wife, and enough stamina for eight rounds in a night. “What exactly needs saving?” The comments exploded. [Holy hell. Villianess’s attack power is maxed out.] [She just says whatever she wants. I’m sweating.] [Eight rounds? Are we serious? Cast me in two episodes please.] [Ugh, this makes me dislike the heroine. Author, please rewrite the romance line.] [Right? She is supposed to be a pure sweet little girl, not a sour grape.] Quincy was stunned speechless. My words seemed to hit a nerve.

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?