Becoming The Villain Novels & Stories

Yesterday he was trash-talking Quinn to his friends, and today he's playing the victim in front of Vivian. [Hold on. The villainess already derailed the original plot. Since he couldn't save the damsel in distress, he's trying a different way to win the female lead over.] As he spoke, Nathan slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. Several shocking red marks on the inside of his forearm were exposed beneath the light. "Her moods change without warning. In her eyes, everyone around her is just an outlet for her anger." I stared at the marks on his arm and almost laughed.

He explained. Reyan didn’t say anything. “Villains have their own stories, but they become villains as soon as they cross the line.” Laggas spoke. “That is, they harm people, especially the innocent ones. So, they are called ‘villains’, and this is why villains have to be defeated.” He explained. They all nodded in agreement. Even Hail and Hierro can’t help but recall some movies that they have watched when they were still in Hierro’s world.

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.

It made me feel special, honoured that he opened up to me. He was everyone's protector but who protected him? I wanted to be that, I wished he would let me be that. I am in love with the bad boy and I will gladly become his pet but the bad boy didn't do love and it's shenanigans, so where was I supposed to start from now?

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

I’ve parked my car far enough away, so that no one will find it and if they do they won’t be able to find the hiding spot right away. Right now, a group of rogues are taking us to their leader. Crieg, the bad guy in everyone’s story, just like me. I never wanted to think myself as the villain, but everyone loves to paint as one, so why not wear the colors that everyone has painted me as. They want me to be a villain, I’ll be a vilian.

I hurl insults at them, calling them cruel, wicked, and so many other names, never imagining I could ever become one of them, never believing I could sink to that level. But after years of facing harsh realities, I become the very villain I loathe. The villain I refuse to acknowledge, the one I write about in all my stories, always as the antagonist. Tears stream down my face as fear grips me tightly, causing my head to throb and my heart to race uncontrollably. I’m terrified of myself, scared that I’ve morphed into something I never thought I could be—something I’ve always feared. When I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I feel a wave of panic wash over me. I can’t bear to loo

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.

“If he doesn’t show, he looks afraid of us, of the messy humanity. If he does show…” “He’s on our turf,” Lanc finished, a savage satisfaction in his voice. “Surrounded by the very things he despises. Forced to smile and shake hands with the ‘liabilities.’ One wrong move, one condescending comment caught on camera…” “He becomes the villain in the story we’re telling,” I whispered. The cliffhanger of the past few hours—how much were we willing to let them suffer—wasn’t answered, but it was reframed. The answer was: we wouldn’t just suffer. We would transform the suffering into a weapon. We would pull him into the underbrush with us, where his polished shoes would get dirty.

The word hit deep. Villain. Was that what I had become? Maybe. Because as I looked at her— Broken. Defiant. Still breathtaking— I realized something terrifying. I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to keep her in my life… Then I would become one. Fully. Completely. I stepped forward again, my hand trembling—not with anger this time, but something far worse. Desperation. “Damon… don’t,” she whispered. But I couldn’t stop. Her name fell from my lips, softer this time.