Becoming A Villain Novels & Stories

"I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back." "No," I said, pulling back to look at him. "That’s what he wants. He wants you to be the violent, unstable boy the papers are describing. We have to play this differently." I looked at the shattered glass on the floor, the shards catching the light. I was a red-flag woman now, according to the world. A fallen woman. Fine. If they wanted a villain, I would give them one. But I wouldn't be Victor’s trophy, and I wouldn't be Seven’s victim.

A villain, really. The word ‘villain’ had me jolting in surprising. I was gradually accepting my fate that I entered a book world but did I become a book villain? A villain would either die at the end of the story or be cast out of the pack in humiliation, neither of which appealed to me. Wait, no way! Was I heading down a path to death again!? No, I got a new life and thought I would live a long and fulfilling life and then die of old age! If truly Selene was the villain, then I had to find a way to change her/my fate.

“My heart is not placed on the male lead and I also understand that it should not be placed on the male lead. The original is something that can't be changed, once the female lead appears and does the real thing... Finally, the male lead belongs to her." “But if now the male lead hears the word 'love' from his mouth, am I a female villain? Am I joking with the male lead's feelings? Although I like villains, there are times when I don't like to get too involved in troublesome things like this. I just want to return to the real world as soon as possible. Next to someone who doesn't love you or just has a little feeling, then it feels strange to change. On the contrary, my heart is not in him,

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.

“To help people. This a training school for heroes. We seek to provide this land with the heroes required to fight against the influx of monsters. You can turn your abilities to the betterment of others here, Aien. You can learn to be a hero, and not a villain.” “A villain,” Aien repeated. “But isn’t that what I am? The son of a villain destined to follow in my father’s footsteps?” “It doesn’t need to be that way. Think about it,” Akyran turned and raised his eyebrows as he saw me through the doorway. “Daethie?”

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?"

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

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

In the case of the female lead, she was stupid, took everything as a joke and messed up the protagonist's life but in everything she was praised as a kind person. "To me, the real villains were the world and how they treated glory, villains aren't really born that way, they are made the way they are and mostly by the people they love," "You all are looking at it in the perspective of the female lead but the villain lost everything for the love she thought she had, she lost her only friend , she lost her pure heart, she lost her reputation and even her parents left her decisively when she became useless to them." "In my opinion, the villain is going to get the most memorable cast after the mo