Becoming The Villain Novels & Stories

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

All of them had been stark naked and as if that were not enough, they were also engaging in ostentatious and morally degrading displays, not caring about who watched on or not. Shaking her head in disgust, she faced forward not wanting to look her sides again. Eyes on the target, to where she was being led to. She didn't want to ruin her mood by watching. Vincenzo caught her expressions and let out a sinister smile. She was his pawn, she was fit for the role. She was not just going to be his pet for the year, he was also going to make her his pawn, the pawn he would groom.

However, my mother was a prideful heiress, and she immediately realized that some manipulative wolf in sheep’s clothing had set her up. Without even bothering to defend herself, she grabbed the crying girl and slapped her twice on the right side of her face. “I never did. I’ll do it now.” The manipulative witch’s entire face became so swollen that she looked like a pig. She even cried like one. The crowd was livid, but they could do nothing about it. Someone leaked information about this, and her image as a bully became even more set in stone. Those who liked her loved it, and those who hated her despised her even more.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

I detested him and each time, I tried my best to be better than him. After getting that call from my private investigator, I realized I’d been very foolish. My so-called brother who doesn’t even have an entitlement in the company was busy exerting revenge in my father’s stead. While I on the other hand was getting friendly with the enemies and being stupid. It irked me so badly that I vowed to do something about it. I've always heard that situations and happenings change people into villains, never did I imagine that I'd be part of those people.

The fucking bastard. Of course he did. Of course he had to ruin it. Again. He ripped her away. Just like before. Always taking what wasn’t his to take. Always stealing the one thing that ever mattered to me. But not anymore. Not anymore. I’m done playing the good guy. The patient one. The background character in my own fucking story. No more watching from the sidelines. No more pretending. I’m ready to go full villain mode. If that’s what it takes, so be it.

I wanted to place a steadying hand on his arm, but I knew that everything I did – everything that we did, any and all of us – was being scrutinised. “Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.”

He can’t take back what he did, and he most certainly can’t take back the fact that he broke my heart in two within the split second after winning it. However, just like every other fairy-tale, we have an evil villain who becomes obsessed with taking revenge and I made the full appointed decision to embrace my natural villain side. Revenge, the baby was the best kind of thing that could happen to me once that I realized that he wasn’t worth the heartbreak. So, I became the Black Hunter full time as I couldn’t go back to being the CEO of Romano’s because that’ll be me being alive out to the world including Jax himself.

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.