Becoming The Villain Novels & Stories

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

"I am going to need your help. I want a rogue pack to attack the pack." "What! That's too much Claudia" "Relax! They aren't going to harm anyone. They will just cause havoc. Then I will seize their leader and force the rogue pack to stop, they would then escape and I would be the hero" "What if something goes wrong and the rogue attack is foiled and they end up being captured and you get implicated." "That's why you are going to hook me up with the most vicious and biggest rogue pack that you know of" "And how would you pay for their services?" Lily questioned.

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.

I moved closer to him and unlocked the metal locking his mouth then returned back to my seat letting the silence settle. “Who sent you?” My smile disappeared. He remained silent. “Wrong answer.” I slammed the crowbar into his hand, making a hole in it. “Argh,” he screamed out, then blood began to trail down his battered hands. “You ready to talk?”Still quiet. No problem. I like them difficult. I moved beside the wall where he was tied and flicked the switch. Then the real show began. He began screaming as electricity traveled down his body. Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors.

“Once there was a girl who had no one but her grandma. She was always bullied, always blamed, always looked down on. But one day, she realized she didn’t want to be the loser hero anymore—she wanted to be the villain who always wins. Since then, life’s been awesome.” Nala gripped the iron bars so tightly her knuckles turned white. She gritted her teeth, the cold night air biting her skin. “The moral of the story is: being the villain is always better. Have a nice life, baby sister,” Camille sneered before backing away slowly. “I promise you, Camille, I’ll get back at you, you little bitch!” Nala screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice gave out. Now, here she was, staring at the unfa

“I see that you used me to start a war.” “Wars need sparks,”He didn’t deny it. Instead, he said simply. “You lit one. And now, you have a choice.” “A choice? You think there’s a choice left for me?” I laughed once, bitter. “He hates me. Everyone hates me.” “Exactly,” he said softly. “You’re free now.” That made me pause. “If they’ve already made you the villain, why waste time pretending to be the victim?”He took a slow step closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. “Be what they fear. Learn to use it. Learn to move.”

And the second, I’m laughing like a child who got the attention of his crush. Around her. I do feel like a fucking child. Everything I know and that I have gone disappears and I find myself Turing to find the right words. Trying to do the right thing. Should I mention how hard as fuck that is? I used to think righteous people were weak and that’s why they followed roles and had airtight principles. Now that I’m trying to not be a cruel bastard. I’m seeing how much harder it is to be good than to be bad. Being a villain or a scary alpha is the easiest route. And I guess that makes us fucking weak and not the other way around.

Done sacrificing myself for a man who'd never deserved it. I was choosing me. Choosing my baby. Choosing survival. And if that made me the villain in Damon's story, then so be it. I'd be the villain who got away. The villain who built a life he'd never be part of. The villain who won by leaving. And someday, maybe years from now, when he finally learned the truth about everything, when he realized how badly he'd fucked up, when he understood what he'd lost, it would be too late. I'd be gone.

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

"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.