Being The Villain In Someone Else's Story Novels & Stories

“no, they came looking for you and instead found me.” “We were talking yesterday.” “yes, and after that call, they showed up on my doorstep.” “you do foresee these things right?” “I do.” “why didn’t you tell me?” “it doesn't work that way?” “Grandma, I am no hero in anyone's story, I am the villain. Even to the boys that I love with my whole heart. I am the villain in all of these, I can't be the hero,” I sigh as I sit on the stairs.

She stared at her evenly before enunciating, "I am a player in this game. Just like you. Now can we talk properly?" Denise' eyes bulged two times its original size. Her gasp almost swallowed Jana whole. "You... you!" "Me? Me!" she squealed, "I"m the reason why you died on the last level!" Jana saw her mouth formed into a smile. Yet before she could let it out, Jana's words made her stop. "Stupid!" She gathered her notes before unceremoniously bashing Jana's head with it. "Stupid! You could've find another way to overcome the situation without actually killing me! I have the unfortunate role of being the villain's lackey throughout these missions— the problem is, with every storyline, there e

I sit up, heart racing. The comments are worse. “The girl is playing both sides, she’s not stupid.” “Alexandre has always been possessive. And now he’s losing it over a mere assistant?” “Daniel fell into a sentimental trap, it’s obvious.” “Who is this girl that two heirs are fighting like teenagers?” I drop the phone. A shiver runs up my arms. No shame. No fear. Something colder. Something more bitter. I have become a story. Not a person. A “narrative element” in a soap opera I never wanted to write.

“Your control over the external currents of the Shadow is almost beautiful to witness.” “You tricked me,” I snarl, the betrayal tasting like ash in my mouth. “You lied about everything! You used me! Used me to hurt hundreds of innocent people!” He gives a light, dismissive shrug, entirely unconcerned by my moral outrage. “I am, officially, the designated villain of this story, my dear. What, truly, did you expect? Tea and earnest honesty?” Shadows instantly leap from behind him, aggressive tendrils grabbing every single limb of my body, twisting tight. They burn cold and hot simultaneously, and for one agonizing second, I feel them attempting to anchor themselves back inside my very chest, s

“Do you think anyone climbs to the top by playing it safe? You either take control of the story or you become the tragedy in someone else’s.” “But internal bleeding, Manda?” she pressed, dropping her voice. “What if something had gone wrong? What if Roman noticed something was off?” “Then I would’ve made it his fault too,” I said with a grin, leaning back against the velvet cushions. “Trust me, Liana. I’ve thought of everything. The healer will find exactly what I want her to find. And that poor little omega? She’s the villain of the story now.” Liana looked unsure, but I didn’t need her approval. I had already won.

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

Inside, my obsession grew more concrete, more dangerous, more divorced from reality with each passing hour. But in my mind, I was the hero of this story. The devoted lover fighting to save his Alpha from a manipulative omega's trap. That narrative felt better than the truth, that I had become the villain of someone else's love story, unable to accept that I had been replaced by something real.

“That’s not how it works. There are two sides to the energy in the Lycan World, and it needs both my sister and I to balance it out. Now, over the years that energy has been given terms like good energy, and bad energy, and since I’m the villain in the story, the bad energy is mine. Without me there to balance it, then it could take over the good energy.” I was increasingly intrigued by how she referred to herself. “You don’t think you’re the villain in the story?” She shrugged. “It’s a matter of perspective. It always is.” “If you’re not the villain in your story, then who are you?” I asked. She looked like she was thinking about it. “Someone who unknowingly helped the villain?” That held e

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE FOURTEEN I was still checking myself in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was my mum again. she is never tired of an argument, she love to know everything going on. I don't blame her though that is how our family is. we carry each other burden. "Nor again mum" I yelled, Miller open the door and I was stunned to see Miller. I buried my face in my hand like a soldier that just lost a battle.

Because I already know what he will say. Invade him. But, that's not what I want to do. I want him to suffer, so much that he wishes to die. I want him to realize that he should have considered the consequences before scheming against me. "Why not, Zack? It's for the third time he sent one of his snitches to spy on us!" he furrows his brows. "Well, I would rather play along with him," I wink at him playfully. "How?" he cocks a brow.