Hero Vs Villain Novels & Stories

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

He stretched his arms and walk closer to the cliff, he reached the end of the cliff and his eyes gawk on her whose arms are wide opened, falling onto the cliff, her eyes were staring at the sun and a seconds before she closed her eyes, their eyes met. It was unbearably beautiful, how could he not grasp such beauty? How could he just let her die when she's inside his palm, singularly luminous. That's how he saved her. He doesn't value the lives of the people, he only think of himself, inside his desire, he wants her. "Mathias stop it!" He put a stop from giving a punch on his father who was accepting it without giving it back to him. Jake knows his son very well, that he wouldn't stop from at

"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."

He gently wiped the blood from my face and held me tight against his chest. "Don't be scared. Even if I die here tonight, I won't let anything happen to you." He set me down. I stared at him, shattered, clawing at the air to hold him back — but my arms were dead weight. I couldn't lift them. [Why is the villainess still clinging to the hero? If it weren't for her, Adrian and the heroine would've already teamed up and handled this.] [Damien is the final boss. In the original plot, the hero and heroine have to work together to defeat him — but this time, why doesn't the heroine have any intention of helping the hero lead at all?]

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

“Why?” “Because you deserve to stand on your own,” he said softly. “And because if I’m going to be the villain in your story, I’d rather you have something to fight for.” She stared at him, stunned into silence. “You think this makes you the villain?” He leaned closer, eyes steady on hers. “I know what I am, Liana. Men like me don’t get to be heroes. We build worlds for others — and destroy the ones that threaten them.”

"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.

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

“Honey, you have always been the bad man. Your kind of people don’t become those gentle and brave prince who saves the damsel in distress princess.” “I see,” Demian said, crossing his arms over his chest as he viewed me with amused eyes. “The prince is men like Rezef Thorn. He is righteous and just and kind. A little misogynistic, but we are supposed to look past that. Then, comes the bad man who is cruel, selfish and gets what he wants. Mind you, there is almost never a bad woman- if there is, then that woman is dumb as fuck. Misogynistic, right? As if women can’t be smart. As I was saying, you are a villain. You keep the princess captive because you want her. The hero tries to save her and

Delilah says taking her last sip of her white wine. "In other words, I don't want you to be my Hero in any way." Delilah says offering to pour Arielle some white wine. Arielle accepted putting out her flute for Delilah to poor. Arielle looked skeptical to drink the wine but however Delilah has been drinking from this wine the entire time, it would be stupid to rebuke Delilah for a feeble reason.