Greatest Literary Villains นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I ended it there because it’s Evander’s turn to speak. “Sometimes, the hardest battle to fight with, is our dark experiences. Sometimes, the loudest noise that we can hear is the chaos inside our head because we continuously hear those bad voices inside our head and sometimes, the worst villain we can encounter is ourselves. We are all fighting a silent battle – some might be tolerable but some might be severe” he stated. Now it’s my turn again.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

I'm not doing anything else but I feel like all the energy in my body is slowly leaving. If I was still that naive girl, who always hated villains. I would probably say, “Karma to them. They deserve it.” But now that I'm in the body of a villain. All I could say is lonely, you versus the world. You against the people. All you have is yourself, and yourself alone. Villains don't have happy endings, it's either they die, or be buried in guilt, shame, loneliness, and regret. I sometimes think that, some villains are just broken-hearted heroes.

I twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.

It was only then I felt the entire gathering staring right at me, but I didn't really care. Yes, Gram hissed. Hold your ground. Good girl. I'm sure Batsheva was aware I'd simply failed to sit, but Gram was right. The smile on Batsheva's face faded as I stood there, unmoving, unbending. Cogs turned, connections fired, ties pulled into knots. The Dumonts. The Moromonds. My family. All connected through magic and greed and jealousy, led by the most horrible evil I'd ever met. Worse than Demitrius Strong, leader of the Chosen of the Light, who at least was deluded into thinking he was doing the right thing. Worse than Nicholas DeWinter, a vampire evil long before I met him, but led by his heart

Alexander's eyes swept the deck, recognizing faces from the most-wanted posters—murderers, thieves, the worst of the worst. There was Leighton, the infamous Bomber, with a rap sheet of explosions stretching into the double digits and a death toll to match. There was Alvin, the arms dealer, responsible for funneling weapons into Yarica. There was also Elena, the deadly Black Widow, weaving webs of deceit in marriages only to kill for cash. It was as if by some twisted stroke of fate, all those villains were packed into one place. Alexander pondered whether he should play the hero and rid the world of those vermin.

“Why would he wrap me in the blanket? Did he take off my clothes because they were wet? He isn’t a saint. The villain can’t feel anything good. Savina! Stop acting like a moron. He is a psychopath.” “...” Dante hadn’t expected to hear that either. He didn’t do many good deeds, but he was called a villain by the woman he had saved. It was nothing new. People usually blamed him for things he didn’t do. So, he started doing everything they had expected of him.

“Why? Are you scared that people might find out just how much of a sore loser you are?” I questioned and that got him angry. “You have clearly been talking to the wrong people. Also, I am not scared of anything or anyone.” I smirked at his words because we both know that’s not true. No matter how evil he is, he has no real backing. If he did, he wouldn’t resort to blackmail and extortion. “You are a lone bastard acting like a big villain! You use people’s weaknesses against them. That doesn’t make you superior! It makes you look stupid!”