Books Where The Villain Wins Novels & Stories

I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book! "You see," I try to create a purified version of the book. "It's about a man who has a strange habit of.." I force myself to think hard, "..loving women too much he may hurt them. He hides it from others but one day, when his significant other discovers it, he has no choice but to tell her. I-Instead of leaving him, she accepts him for his true self. In the end, he changes his habit for the best." Xi Ning claps her hands in joy, "Such happy ending!"

“So, you get what I’m saying? You are the villain.” “And you learned all of this from… a book?” “There are children’s books, fairy tales where the story is basically the same thing written a little differently. You get the gist by what I said.” “So, in the end, the villain always dies? And the hero and the princess embrace and get married?” “Always, in the books. But in reality, it is different, but we are not supposed to talk about that. We are supposed to be blind to the reality. In reality, the cunning one wins most of the time, whether it is the villain or the hero.”

Most of the books were old, some wrapped in cracked leather, others with faded ink. I picked one at random, a tale I vaguely remembered from childhood: a brave prince who slays a monster to rescue a princess locked in a tower. I expected the familiar ending. But this version was different. The prince failed, and the monster won. The princess was dragged into darkness, her screams carved into the final page like a curse. A chill skated down my spine. Disturbed, I reached for another. Hansel and Gretel, except in this one, the witch didn’t perish in the oven.

When everyone looked away, I traipsed toward the locker room where I had seen Vitale and his Consigliere. I wanted to rip something or someone. I would have killed those men if this were my domain. Rose was a woman, and she did not deserve to be an object of shame. She was the queen in every aspect, meant to be free, yet trapped as a flightless bird in the gilded cage her brother had carelessly built her and that too with no defences.

Lifting her into my arms, I met the eyes of my brothers, my allies. “Let’s go.” As we walked out of the dungeon, leaving the carnage behind, I made a vow. This crime against my mate would not go unpunished. I would burn their kingdoms to the ground to get my revenge. [End Book One] Read on as the adventures continue and more mysteries unravel in Book Two in the Enlightened Child Saga: Unshadowed.

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

Giovanni had lost all hope as he lay on the ground and awaited his death. "Was this going to be the end?" I thought as I looked around. A generation was going to end because of revenge. "Finally," George announced when the timer hit ten minutes. "It's all going to end." He laughed. There was nothing to do as I also closed my eyes and awaits my death but then, in every story I've read, a villain never wins. The door burst opened and police officers swarmed in. Thank God. "You called the police?" George shouted in disbelief. "You've bought them to their death." He laughed.

When she was completely out of my sight I just calmed down. I slowly closed the door and took a deep breath. Trying to calm my tense nerve, to think deeply about my situation. Of all the fantasy-romance books I've read, they might be all different, but there's one thing that sets them the same. That is, villains always perish, and will always die at the end of the story. The death of a villain means world peace and death of a hero means war. I breathe a heavy sigh. Okay, Nina Facelo. We need to plan; we have to survive. We need to survive! ========

No. This is a story about misunderstood criminals. A villain is only a villain because they haven't had a chance to tell their story. A hero must win every time. But the villain only must win once. When we're kids, we idolise heroes. When you grow up though, you understand the villains. So no, there are no heroes in this story, only villains. It's not a story of good and bad. It's a story of only the bad, about that little psychotic part of everyone. About that little evil everyone has in them, it's about the demons that everyone has.

How could he call that ‘perfect’? I would rather fuck myself with my middle finger than give him another chance to spend a night with me. And maybe that was the real problem—it was never just that night. This was how it always went for me. The cycle just kept going, and it never stopped. Different men. Different sizes. Different experiences… But the same ending every fucking time. And up till today, I haven’t—not even by accident—come across that one man who could make me lose control, make me cum, or even make me scream his name and beg him to stop because I couldn't feel my fucking legs anymore.