Being The Villain Novels & Stories

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

The black haired guy asked “Councilmen Omen announced the treasure house of the king is heavily guarded and anyone who sees it would be dead. We would need more than three days to plot.” “If a war were to break out right now, your attacker would not give you more time to plan for it, aspirant. Would they?” Kai asked in an irritated tone. “No, Malek.” The boy’s voice dropped into a whisper. “Then you have your answer. To survive here, you have to either be a very skilled fighter or be very smart. You can’t be none.” His eyes met mine. “Being none makes you nothing but the prey.” That was a thoughtless move. You don’t think, you act way too recklessly.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

This is a prison with sunsets. But still, his words echoed inside my chest… and it hurt. Just a little. They say villains aren’t born—they’re made. And tonight, as the sky dimmed and the stars blinked into existence, I realized something I had spent years avoiding: I made him. I made the villain. Noel wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always… unhinged. Possessive. Dangerous. He used to laugh with his whole chest. He used to love without fear, without asking for anything in return but my time. My honesty.

So, he calmly replied, "Oh my. My plan was busted." Goosebumps appeared on Slyvester's skin. Vincent pored at him and smirked. When it comes to being grumpy, Terban tops the list. If it's silly, Chaylen should take the rank one. But when it comes to being so cunning, then Vincent will take the crown. Vincent is one of those ardent guy who has yet to make plans to back down quickly. "Do you think I'll stop?" Vincent smiled. "As long as you are not married, I will be the great villain of your life." An evil grin spread on his lips.

His hands were full of blood and his midnight-like eyes were glaring at the other person who was whimpering in pain as blood was gushing out of his body. "Do you think of yourself as a good man huh? If I'm not good then you are not a good man too. Don't forget You are a villain. Just Bad like me and you'll die soon" That man bled and cried in pain as he burst his heart words at the man who had eyes like LUCIFER and an aura like a BEAST. AARYA ARJUN KASHYAP chuckled darkly as his deep masculine voice was shaking in madness. "Of course! Good people don't live long but Villains will live for thousands of years. So for living thousands of years of life, I'm willing to be a Villain"

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.

But his body betrayed him every single time. And soon, his heart would too. I chuckled as I love being the villain…. I love being in control. I whispered

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.