Romans & histoires Being The Villain

And fire was meant to burn. His words, the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it was an assurance. Enough to steady me against my enemies. Even without Valerio knowing my plans, he stood by me, and it made me guilty. It made me feel like the villain. But I’d had enough villains in my life to know sometimes you had to act like one to survive.

Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him. "So Scar is a villain, I like that, I'm sure you know this by now, I love villains. I identify as one."

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

Scared of what, I don’t really know. Without hesitations, I embraced her. I wrap my arms around her very tight and regardless of whether she tried to get rid of not, I will not let her slip in my grip. She doesn’t like me, I know, actually, she hated me. I am the villain that makes her every day worse. I’m a troublemaker to her and I make her really mad each day but… today, she doesn’t have to hate me, she can treat me as a friend who genuinely wants to comfort her, help her, and to sympathize with her.

Alexa replied as she smoothed the black dress which had some orange feathers at the nape. "Ahhh, you can't play the villain, Alexa. You are just breaking in to the industry and you want to play such a hated character, you would just get criticism and hate," Mary was really worried. In her opinion, the villainess was really the most hateful character in the series. "Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,”

“You do not always have to be a bad person to win, and it is not difficult to choose happiness, Enzo. Never is it too late. You just have to—” “Silence!” he roared, getting to his feet. “You know nothing about my life or my family. I do not need anyone to believe in me to be great. You are totally wrong, and I feel nothing about their opinions. My father is rotting wherever he is, and whenever he comes out, I will make sure to end his life first!” I could tell he was only trying to sound tough, and listening carefully, I could almost feel a crack in his voice. Every villain has an arc. This was his, and he was just like Fae.

But both come with a price to be paid. I made a vow to never use my healing for pain, and on a mate, no less. But the blood running through my veins seems angry in a way I’ve never felt it. Maybe it’s from constantly being told who I am and what I have to do. Maybe it’s from being constantly attacked and locked away like a thing to possess. Is this how all villains feel when they get their start? Is that what I am now? A villain…

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.

"No, you didn't do this. Helena did. And we are going to catch that undead motherfucker, this time, I'll make sure she can't come back to life." There was determination in his voice as he said it and it made me smile. "I'm glad I have my own personal hero." He shrugged. "I wouldn't call myself a hero. Not many people like me. I'd say that I'm your very own Villain." I laughed. "Right. . ." I began to walk away. "We should go home and re-strategise." I heard him fall into step behind me and I barely made it three steps when I felt a sudden zap in my core.

I blushed at the compliment, “Yeah, well I feel like you’re also in your element when you grill me like that. You’re a very believable villain.” He rose from his chair, the muscles in his face tense. He made a full circle around the desk and knelt close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek, “Don’t be deceived, Amelia. You only like me because we’re standing on the same side of this case. I am a villain. It would do you well to remember that.”