Books Where The Villain Wins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Trust can be built, Bianca. And as for loyalty... that’s earned. Let me prove to you that I’m not the villain you think I am.” She scoffed, rising from the cot to put some space between them. “You’re not the villain? You’re holding me against my will, threatening people, and manipulating everyone around you. What part of that isn’t villainous?” Nelson moved closer, his presence looming but still oddly magnetic. “Sometimes you have to play the villain to win the game. And when I win, Bianca, you’ll want to be on the side that reaps the rewards. Think about Cherish, about Victoria. You can help me shape the future—or be crushed under it.”

"You see, sometimes, we tend to blame fate for every little thing that we begin to lose the power to change our future." He started to say. "What do you mean?" "Look at me, child. We don't decide what fate chooses for us, but we can decide what we choose ourselves. Let your choices reflect what you want. If you want something, go for it. And if you don't want it, let it go." "And what if our wants seem to be out of reach." "Do you know why villains keep winning in this world?" She shook her head. "It's because their zeal for achieving their goal is usually stronger than their opponent. They believe it's either they get it or they die."

He assured again. Right, Alex is the villain of the book. She must have forgotten cause he is locked up as Elijah said. All these made sense but deep down, her heart was still disagreeing with what he said. What is happening to her? Why did she suddenly feel bad when he said the villain have being locked away? She had many unending questions that would never be answered cause she was the only one who has the answer. "Very well then. I apologize for distracting your meeting. You can go on." She said warmly and left the room.

Nang tuluyan na itong nawala sa aking paningin ay doon lang ako kumalma. I slowly closed the door, and took a deep breath. Trying to calm my tense nerve, to think deeply about my situation. Sa lahat ng fantady-romance book na nabasa ko, lahat man sila ay magkaka-iba, but there is one thing that sets them the same. That is, villains always perish, and will always die in the end of the story. Death of a villain means world peace. Death of a hero means war. I breathe a heavy sigh.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

"I have something for you." "What is it?" Indianna asked and pushed her empty plate away from her. "Mark and I were in the library, trying to find anything that could help us. As you know, the Elder's have abandoned us and we thought there could be something in any of the old literature that could help us defeat Rogue." "Did you manage to find something?" Indianna asked hopefully. "Sadly not, we're still looking," Laura said. "But, I did find this book. It's a very old book of tales about the Royal Family."

I ran my hand through each one of them, looking for clues. What was I looking for in books? I've watched a lot of movies where the villains hide their secrets in the most unimaginable places, and someone as shady as Diego wouldn't be an exception. "I can't believe I labeled him as a villain already," I said with a groan. "And you got married to a villian, what does that make you as the main character? Someone thoughtless and dumb? It doesn't always end well with the villains," my subconscious mind teased me.

But оne thing’s fоr surе: I’m nоt letting аnyоne gеt closе tо mе, nоt Kyren, nоt Mаrcellus, nоt аnyоne. I steр оut оf thе rеstаurаnt, my guаrds fаlling in linе bеhind mе аs I mаke my wаy tо thе limo. Thе night is cool, thе strеets quiet, but my mind is аnything but. Thеrе’s аlwаys аnоthеr movе tо mаke, аnоthеr thrеаt tо neutrаlize. Becаuse in this gаmе, yоu dоn’t win by plаying nicе. You win by being ruthless.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”