Even The Villain Has A Story 소설 & 이야기

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.

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."

He explained. Reyan didn’t say anything. “Villains have their own stories, but they become villains as soon as they cross the line.” Laggas spoke. “That is, they harm people, especially the innocent ones. So, they are called ‘villains’, and this is why villains have to be defeated.” He explained. They all nodded in agreement. Even Hail and Hierro can’t help but recall some movies that they have watched when they were still in Hierro’s world.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

"Yоu dоn't bеlong tо this wоrld. Yоu're. innосent. Gеnuinе. Yоu dоn't hаve аn аngle оr а hiddеn motive. Thаt's rаre fоr mе." I аm tаken аbаck by his wоrds аnd cаn feel а wаrmth rising intо my chееks. I fiddle with my hаnds, unsurе оf whаt tо sаy. After а pаuse, I stееl mysеlf tо аsk thе question thаt hаs been niggling аt mе аll аlong. "Why dоn't yоu just leаve thе mаfiа? If it's sо dаngerous аnd full оf betrаyаl, why nоt wаlk аwаy?"

And now that I think of it, this world was indeed filled with more dipshits than I can possibly comprehend. For starters, in those little movies they all crowd together to watch, they never really tell the history of the villains. I get it, they are villains, they are the bad guys, the hated guys, and honestly; the reason behind so much hatred is understandable. But then again, it’s a little unfair that we never get to see their whole stories. So they go rogue, wanting to tell their own story, leaving behind them a trail of blood and open graves in the process.

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

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.

I shut the pair of glass doors behind me, hugging myself over my sweater. I lean against the railing, pressing the palms of my hands on the cold concrete as I stare out at the grounds. Tavin’s words echo in my mind, and slowly, their meaning begins to take shape. All of us have done bad things. Some have done worse things than others. But to someone, you’re the villain. In somebody’s story, there’s always a villain. And all villains have their own villain. The realization settles over me. I glance back through the glass doors, catching sight of Tavin standing guard.