Becoming The Villains Family Novel Novels & Stories

He had read all seven twice and the first three a third time because the world-building in the early volumes was genuinely excellent, before the plot started prioritizing the hero's romantic complications over the political infrastructure. The hero: Calen Ashford. Platinum-tier by Volume 6, the youngest in three generations. Motivated by a genuine belief that villain-blooded nobles were a systemic threat, which the novel framed as correct through the behavior of every villain-blooded noble the reader actually met. He was not stupid, not cruel, and functionally impossible to outfight at any tier Kael could realistically reach in the next decade.

But I lost everything. Because of my greed. Because of jealousy. Because of Diana. Or maybe… because of me. My cellmate laughed in her sleep, breaking the silence. I turned away and faced the wall again. I would never wear a wedding dress. Never open a business. Never hear anyone call me “Mommy.” I destroyed too many lives, including mine. Maybe… I really was the villain. And villains never get happy endings.

I maneuvered at the last minute not to get into a collision. “Dad watch the road !” Lewis exclaimed with fear. “Dad is scared,” Liam said almost crying. “Am sorry boys” I said to them assuring them not to be afraid that they were safe. Get a hold of yourself… I screamed in my mind. I would rather not get my kids killed. Mia would never forgive me if that happened. My current situation with Mia had me questioning myself and why I made such decisions in the past. I needed companionship, I needed someone to talk to. But who cares I was the villain in Mia's life now. Everyone was against me. How Could a villain want or desire good things? Villains create the bad side of every story and not the

I went to the classroom ignoring everyone's presence, Felipe didn't attend class and it was likely that he knew everything that was going on, but he was someone else that I didn't care about at all. People asked me if the rumors were true and if I was really married to Arthur Jacob, the most coveted boy by the girls in town, and I really was and I couldn't deny it. Girls would tell me how lucky I was, but if they knew what was behind it all I was sure they would be amazed. Classes were hell and break was worse, some people called me horrible names and again I had come across as the villain of the story. I didn't eat my lunch and threw it all in the trash, which made my friends wonder and fol

I nodded my head and walked towards my desk and laid my bag on the table as I sat down on my chair. "Please," I said, gesturing to her to take a seat in front of me. She smiled and walked ahead and sat in front of me while taking a file and placing it in front of me. "This contains the pay and all other things," she said, I nodded and took it and opened the file. The Villin's are the most fearful and extremely dangerous family. There are many rumors and stories of them ruling the city for years. The system can't do anything against them even if they do, there's a man who would rescue them in just a blink of an eye.

Sherizzah whispered in a rattling voice, "why are you conversing with him so casually!?" Elibur whistles again to call his dogs, they all gathered around us, bearing fierce eyes against me. He steps out of the circle to face the palace, spreads his arms, and releases igniting rings roundabout him. "This place is so beautiful to destroy. For the past centuries, the villains hid in this paradise." "You're right. They've been hiding to live. Caged in this land because the Vengeance pack may attack them at the back anytime once they step out of the line."

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

The smell of cellar mold brought the memories flooding back. When I was younger, I think I hated Vivian even more. The Family hired the best 24/7 medical team. It was for Vivian. The one family heirloom necklace. It went to Vivian. New cars arrived. Vivian always got the first ride. I was shoved in the back of the guards' sedan. Bedtime stories were for Vivian, too. Papa Marcello's voice would turn surprisingly gentle. He'd tell stories of the Sicilian Family's rise. Stories of honor and blood.

A week before the college entrance exam, my twin brother, Tristan Doyle, runs away with a delinquent. Our parents abandon their massive corporate empire and set out to search for him. I intend to join the search, but a comment abruptly flashes across my vision. "Don't go, Ryan! If you skip the exam too, your family is doomed!" With no other choice, I shoulder the pressure and walk into the exam hall alone. Yet the moment the exams end, my parents return and lock me in the basement. Ten years later, I finally escape, only to discover that Tristan has stolen my identity. He's celebrated as that year's top scorer, gets a degree from a prestigious university, and is even married to my former

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.