Hero Villian 소설 & 이야기

Brilliant. Talented. Funny. Generous when it suited him. Loyal in ways that bordered on self-destruction. Which sounded lovely until one realized those same qualities were precisely what made him dangerous. Most dangerous people were. Nobody ever worried about villains. Villains announced themselves. Heroes were far more unpredictable. And Aiden had spent most of his life trying very hard to be somebody's hero. Primarily Seraphina's. Vivian had watched it happen. From the beginning.

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

Because nothing was as good as her. It was a startling realization for a younger Liviana when she realized that she didn’t want the good guy. She didn’t want a hero who would sacrifice her to save the world. But instead... she wanted someone who would sacrifice the world to save her. Like a villain would. It made her feel selfish. Cruel. Who desires to be chosen above millions of others? What kind of person values themselves more than an entire world? Who wishes for that to be a choice one has to make?

Well, every girl is the heroine of their hero. His always emotionless eyes softened and his lips curled into a small smile. Taking him off guard. He took the girl out to the roof to play with rain, the same girl he was supposed to kill. The same girl who recorded and threatened him. The same girl who looks at him with utmost disgust in her innocent eyes. And it all felt like a story. A villain falling in love with an innocent heroine. And like every villain he also doesn't mind burning the whole fucking word just to have her beside him.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

"I need to get back." He nods and gets to his feet. "I will go to the funeral, by the way," he says. "Why?" "I'm owed it, don't you think?" "To see him dead?" "Yeah, actually. Sullivan Ricci destroyed our lives. And I think I'm owed it." I look at Horatio Russo, seeing him in this light, this very different side of himself and think about what Valentina said once. About heroes breaking and becoming the villains of their own stories. There is no hero, though, not truly, no matter how noble. But villains, they come pure and dark as night. I think Horatio is a hero who broke, who has straddled the line between good and evil for a long time. Same as Gordon, really. Same as me.

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.

After Aquila died, I’ve never been able to properly love again. Although, I had set my eyes on Khan. Khan had such power in his speech and mannerisms. We, the West pack, have conquered and dominated much, if not all, of the West, including the town, thanks to his leadership. I wondered if I had a chance with him. I have only spoken to him three times and they were all reports about hunts. If only we could have a proper conversation alone. I’ve witnessed him transform into a beautiful grey wolf and under the grace of the full moon, his fur glows. Khan in his normal man form, he was what I believed would be classified as perfect. I fancied him but something just kept me away from him. Aquila w

He asked in a rough voice, "Who said you could call me what my mom did?! My mom's not even in her grave yet, and you're already trying to replace her, aren't you?!" The system said, "It's over, kiddo. The villain's darkening level has hit 100%." I did not know what it meant to be completely villainous. All I knew was that Dad was heartbroken and furious! He was like a wild animal pushed to the edge. Julia looked scared, quickly moving closer to Grandpa. "Honey, if the child dislikes me this much, maybe I should just go..." Grandpa, already a volcano of anger, turned even redder. "She's my wife and your elder! How can you talk to your own mother that way?!"

She was no longer just a girl who had been saved; she was a queen who was fighting back, her power a growing, undeniable force. Valen was a stoic, silent presence, his face a mask of grim determination. He was a Varek soldier in a land of strangers, his loyalty a beacon of unwavering light in the suffocating darkness of the mountains. He was not just fighting for his king; he was fighting for the girl he had failed to protect, a debt of honor that he would repay with his life.