Becoming A Villain Novels & Stories

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“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 dropped into it heavily, the leather groaning under my weight. No one trusted me anymore. Not my warriors. Not my people. Not even Xavier, the one man who had stood at my side through more than a decade of blood and betrayal. If even he now hated me… then maybe I truly was the villain they whispered about in the halls. But this was the only way I knew how to win. The only way to protect what mattered was to be cruel enough to be feared. The others didn’t need to understand it, they only needed to obey it.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

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.

The mate bond was a roaring fire now, screaming at me to touch her, to claim her, to protect her from any and all harm…even the harm she was orchestrating herself. " The person doesn't know that I betrayed them and I have a feeling they are plotting something...serious. It's not business related. I have to learn what it is, only then can I protect that stupid girl who thinks everyone has a chance for redemption. I am a villain, I have already made peace with that. I have done so much evil to Katy so this time, I am choosing to use my villainity to protect her. Does that make sense?” She asked, tilting her head to observe me.

He killed his own father for heaven's sake. In the novel, he was described as someone who didn't feel any guilt, sorrow, or love and has a hobby of torturing his prisoners. But of course, it changed when he met the heroine. I didn't think it was love, but he became quite obsessed with the heroine and did all sorts of crazy things in order to possess her. The point is, he was a devil with the face of an angel. And that devil was currently standing in front of me. How come the villain and the villainess met at the marketplace? Fuck! This isn't supposed to happen!

Scared of what, I don’t really know. Without hesitations, I embraced her. I wrap my arms around her very tight and regardless of whether she tried to get rid of not, I will not let her slip in my grip. She doesn’t like me, I know, actually, she hated me. I am the villain that makes her every day worse. I’m a troublemaker to her and I make her really mad each day but… today, she doesn’t have to hate me, she can treat me as a friend who genuinely wants to comfort her, help her, and to sympathize with her.

" Why? The world betrays the Villain. That's why they go against everyone!" " Not everyone... Certain circumstances and certain things can make you a bad person. But if you want... You can make the place better. At least for the person who you love. If Villains think they're going to destroy the world for his pain. It's selfishness. Because some heroes are born from those same circumstances as well." " Why are you talking like you went through it?" " Maybe I did.. maybe I didn't. But they're the same. Don't blame your past and circumstances."

Evie exclaimed, "What kind of people are you? Are you trying to play me?" I didn't want to get involved. I felt like a pawn on a chessboard. Regardless of Quentin and Evie' stares, I directly ran back upstairs. Once in my room, I sighed in relief. I murmured, "As the godlike figure, I should just enjoy watching from a distance in the future, not get involved. Being outside of the harem group is much safer. I'm too easily manipulated." I continued my eccentric activities. The last time Quentin 's crazy video hit over ten million views within a week, I was labeled Quentin 's "ultimate fan" as a result.