Becoming A Villain Novels & Stories

This is a prison with sunsets. But still, his words echoed inside my chest… and it hurt. Just a little. They say villains aren’t born—they’re made. And tonight, as the sky dimmed and the stars blinked into existence, I realized something I had spent years avoiding: I made him. I made the villain. Noel wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always… unhinged. Possessive. Dangerous. He used to laugh with his whole chest. He used to love without fear, without asking for anything in return but my time. My honesty.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

But both come with a price to be paid. I made a vow to never use my healing for pain, and on a mate, no less. But the blood running through my veins seems angry in a way I’ve never felt it. Maybe it’s from constantly being told who I am and what I have to do. Maybe it’s from being constantly attacked and locked away like a thing to possess. Is this how all villains feel when they get their start? Is that what I am now? A villain…

"Why was I not asked the same? When I woke up, I was already tasked to be the 'villain'." "Well... maybe that's because the villain's role is hard to play. The system personally hand-picked several people to play it. They consider the person's attitude and decision-making skills before giving them a resolute role to play inside. You, are a villain through and through." 'Now that's quite confusing. I never once labeled myself a 'bad girl'. "Why did you pick to be the villain's lackey? No matter how I looked at it, you had the golden thumb offered to you but you chose to make it harder for yourself."

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

"Watch me restore not only your love life, but also your castle, you dimwitted leech!" "Alright, alright." Leurel nods. "I'll be counting on you." Today, I learned a lesson being in Riftan's captive. Every villain has a story, and it is up to you if you can contribute to his change, or break him even further until he descends into madness. I used to overlook the angles of perspectives. I used to believe in what other people convinced me to. I used to be a villain too. But maybe, I can become both the people and the villains' hero.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

“Why would he wrap me in the blanket? Did he take off my clothes because they were wet? He isn’t a saint. The villain can’t feel anything good. Savina! Stop acting like a moron. He is a psychopath.” “...” Dante hadn’t expected to hear that either. He didn’t do many good deeds, but he was called a villain by the woman he had saved. It was nothing new. People usually blamed him for things he didn’t do. So, he started doing everything they had expected of him.

She took away everything from me, my happiness, my family, a motherly love, respect, and now, Miles. They always saw me as a villain that I never was, but that had ended. I would not please anyone. I would no longer feel guilty for anything that I had done. I would become the nightmare they had always envisioned in their minds. I, Adriana Nox, would become their horror. I would finally become a villain.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh