Novel & Cerita Even The Villain Has A Story

King Edward softly spoke, and I swallowed hard because my tears glistened in my eyes like they were about to come out. “King Edward, why are you tolerating my actions? I have committed something bad at Abigail, and provoked Lady Maureen so she would hurt me.” I mumbled, sounded sad because of the guilt in my heart. He laughed hard before he shook his head, making my mouth hang open in disbelief. “Did you know that every villain has their back story? I don't think you are the protagonist but the villains who's been trying to revenge against those bitches. Just do what you want because I know you will never fight them back if they don't hurt you first.”

"Dr. Jhero wants us all to become part of his world domination thing, and although we don't want to become part of it, we don't have a choice but to agree, or else our families— their families will be either become zombies or be dead." Of course, all of the villains in stories use feelings and emotions as their greatest weapon against the protagonist, and when that happens, protagonists don't have a choice but to be controlled by the hands of the villain. The same goes in real life, when the bad person uses your feelings as a weapon against you, you don't have a choice but to bend down and give in.

"We're talking about Roman Vance! If she stays, she's walking right into his lair. Once she enters that estate, she might never come out!" "Why do you say that?" I asked, suspecting she might have another reason. We all looked at her expectantly. She breathed heavily. "Okay. I've heard rumors about him. That he doesn't like women." The silence hung in the air. "Okay? How's that our problem?" Maya asked. "You don't get my point," she breathed in to control herself. "He only allows males to get close to him, never women. Heard one time that the last woman who touched him went missing." She stopped to make the information sink into us.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

“I simply saw the actions of everyone around me. Most of the people who saved girls were men. I'm just defaulting to that.” “Actually in the countless stories I read. The male lead usually has a kind heart. And will often help those with unfortunate fates, thereby creating many complexities, and promoting the story to become complicated. Often the very lucky male lead will meet a lot of benefactors or will easily find good things for himself or even those around him who also benefit from the infection.” Phedra Elizabeth was simply lost in her thoughts. “I don't think your thinking is correct. If you are seriously injured. I will tear her to pieces and will help you, save you even lose my own

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.

"Watch me restore not only your love life, but also your castle, you dimwitted leech!" "Alright, alright." Leurel nods. "I'll be counting on you." Today, I learned a lesson being in Riftan's captive. Every villain has a story, and it is up to you if you can contribute to his change, or break him even further until he descends into madness. I used to overlook the angles of perspectives. I used to believe in what other people convinced me to. I used to be a villain too. But maybe, I can become both the people and the villains' hero.

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

Alpha Evan asked. I nodded, recalling the story he had told me. "Well, his book, a grimoire, was taken from him by werewolves in a war between the two species many years back. All the members of his coven except for him died in that war and the werewolves took the grimoire away from him and hid it somewhere. It's his family heirloom, all the spells everyone in his family has ever written are in that book. It's his legacy and he wants me to help him get it back," Alpha Evan explained, his tone serious. Judging by the grave and determined expression on his face I could tell that he felt passionately about this and wanted to accomplish this goal as soon as possible.

"Ryder is stronger than you think, no harm will come to him, okay?" Ava nodded, "Okay." Evena looked at the books on the table in front of Ava. "So what are the books for?" "My aunt wants me to learn about the glorious history of vampires." "And how much gloriousness have you seen in all your reading?" Evena asked. "Not much, the ancient vampires were so cruel. Just look, this man named Dracon slaughtered an entire town just because the children laughed at his shirt." "Really?" Evena asked in interest. "Uh...huh, this other woman named Juliet killed all the nuns in a convent by feeding on their blood and draining them."