Being The Villain In Someone Else's Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In reality, she’s just the easiest way to break him. I caught Kai’s eye from across the lawn. I didn't hide. I didn't smirk. I just gave him a slow, mocking nod. I wanted him to know it was me. What’s the point of a trap if the prey doesn't know who set it? He started toward me, his hands balled into fists, but Ava grabbed his arm. She was crying now. Good. Tears make for a better story when the campus blog picks this up in an hour. So, here’s the thing about being the villain. People think it’s about hate. It’s not. It’s about balance. Kai had the girl, the fame, and the future. I just wanted my turn.

And now, someone has tried to kill me. And somehow, I was the villain in my story.

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

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.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

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

"You don't know the half of the things I've done. I'm an ex-assassin. I'm not just bad, I'm horrible. Red knows it too. That's why he broke up with me" "He doesn't hate you, I know that. Why else would you still be here?" I said, folding my arms. She scoffed. "I'm not a very happy person. I thought I could make new friends but Dahlia already hates me. No matter how much I try to be good, I'm just never good enough. I tried to start a conversation with Dahlia and I messed it up. I don't know.... I guess, being the villain suits me better" . "You don't know that" I said.

Edison suddenly said without removing his stare outside. "No problem. Ella's my first ever friend. She's the one I considered to be one. The closest to me." I remembered all those moments she was with me. Some are good memories, and some are still those times when she was still bullying me. I should just focus on the positive memories. Now, I realized that we shouldn't judge a person without knowing his or her point of view. A villain is just a victim whose story hasn't been told. We are also the protagonist of our own story. "Y-you know. As we stay here, I finally get to know you better." He said. I felt him looking at me so I looked at him as well.

“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

Alessandro’s dealth. Amara’s suffering. And I would walk away untouched. Because the best villains never dirty their hands. They just make sure everyone else does.