روايات وقصص ضمن Even The Villain Has A Story

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

He later sat in the ward with me but was busy with his laptop. “Thank you. We could have gone home instead of stressing you like this.” “I didn’t say I’m stressed. I’m doing my job.” I stayed quiet. I felt the urge to ask him how I ended up following the wrong person last night. Lucian Blackwood and the other man don’t even look alike. The news came on about an illegal gambling den with drugs and thugs, the same place we came from. My life keeps getting more dangerous. I munched on the chips I was served. Orion Kade didn’t look concerned in any way.

This is always what happens to a lot of villains, they are always pushed to the edge by people who are supposed to be the righteous ones apparently, and at the end of the day, the villains turn out to be the righteous ones. Why didn’t I think about this? Damien would’ve killed me the moment I tried to disrespect him if he was that person with murderous intent in him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but you should stop looking at me like that. Just because I didn’t do those things doesn’t mean I’m a nice person either. I mean, I’ve attacked a lot of people and taken over a lot of packs. People who do this aren’t seen as good people, especially by the people already in the packs that

“B-But—” "I told you that I don't kill people because I recognized that each of us has a unique story to tell. Not all villains choose to be what they are by birth. Perhaps they are simply a victim of this brutal world. However, if your employer attempts to interfere with me, I will not hesitate to kill him." Ace is never out of Val's sight. "I wished to assist you. You also have the option to murder me when I release you. However, would such devastation alter this terrible world?”

Words like psycho and stalker were attached to it, repeated over and over until they started to feel like fact. I imagined her watching it unfold in real time, trying to figure out how to defend herself without looking guilty. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. The thing about narratives is that once people decide who the villain is, they rarely change their minds. And I had given them a villain wrapped in just enough “evidence” to feel righteous about it. I set my phone down again and closed my eyes, letting the heat of the bath seep into my skin. “This is just the beginning, Clara."

“And you hated Jacob, because even after losing everything—he got it all back. The media turned him into a hero. Praised him. While you? You only got the backlash. The headlines. The villain’s role. Because no one knew your story. And you weren’t brave enough to tell it.” His hands clenched on the wheel. “You suffered more,” I continued, gently, “yet you became the villain. And in your rage... you stayed the villain.” “Shut the fuck up, Evelyn,” he growled, his teeth grinding. “Stop making fairy tales in your head, or I swear—”

Well, she’s not wrong, but that doesn’t mean I like it, or him. “Delicious, actually.” Now, I’m snorting with laughter, which instantly betters my mood. “He’s all right, I guess. His looks don’t really make up for his blood thirsty personality.” “What do you mean?” “He’s–he’s a villain. He’s the son of what sounds like an absolute dictator.” “He’s the savior of our people,” she says slowly, her brow furrowed slightly. “His story… it’s terrible, Ella.” “I don’t know his story.”

" Similarly, Than 's love for Selena made him good. But when he lost her because of Heratte....it made him evil." Zander looks into the distance. While Logan nods in realisation. " So this means no one was truly evil?" Zander shakes his head in a no. " No kid. In our world no one can be truly evil. Remember." " Every hero has a bad side." " And every villain has a good side. " " It's just that for one person he is a hero, and for other he is a villain." They continue to lay there in silence as Logan tries to digest his father's words.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.