How To Be A Villain Novels & Stories

“Once there was a girl who had no one but her grandma. She was always bullied, always blamed, always looked down on. But one day, she realized she didn’t want to be the loser hero anymore—she wanted to be the villain who always wins. Since then, life’s been awesome.” Nala gripped the iron bars so tightly her knuckles turned white. She gritted her teeth, the cold night air biting her skin. “The moral of the story is: being the villain is always better. Have a nice life, baby sister,” Camille sneered before backing away slowly. “I promise you, Camille, I’ll get back at you, you little bitch!” Nala screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice gave out. Now, here she was, staring at the unfa

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 don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back." "No," I said, pulling back to look at him. "That’s what he wants. He wants you to be the violent, unstable boy the papers are describing. We have to play this differently." I looked at the shattered glass on the floor, the shards catching the light. I was a red-flag woman now, according to the world. A fallen woman. Fine. If they wanted a villain, I would give them one. But I wouldn't be Victor’s trophy, and I wouldn't be Seven’s victim.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

"Watch me restore not only your love life, but also your castle, you dimwitted leech!" "Alright, alright." Leurel nods. "I'll be counting on you." Today, I learned a lesson being in Riftan's captive. Every villain has a story, and it is up to you if you can contribute to his change, or break him even further until he descends into madness. I used to overlook the angles of perspectives. I used to believe in what other people convinced me to. I used to be a villain too. But maybe, I can become both the people and the villains' hero.

“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.

I also felt warm in my heart "Actually, you don’t really need to do all these.After all, I don’t care about other people’s cold attitudes.All I want now is to make myself stronger," I said, feeling relieved. "You are wrong.Davina," Blair retorted with a frown. "Maliciousness is the most immeasurable thing in werewolves’ nature.If you want to become stronger, the first thing you need to do is to get rid of those villains that hinder you from rising."

The author wrote the novel for the villain and the protagonists to fight each other. In terms of IQ, the villain wins. In terms of strength, the villain wins—even though he was disabled. In terms of being a schemer, the villain also wins. In terms of being cruel and merciless? It's the villain who wins. Besides that, the villain is also the head of the clan, one of the most feared by the others to the point that if they heard his name, they would subconsciously shiver. Even though they know that the villain was disabled, they didn't easily laugh or mock him for being so because those who laugh at him and mock him for his disability met a cruel end.

BRAD The city looked different on snowy nights. There were no stars in the sky just snow falling endlessly. I leaned closer to the glass, my hands in my pockets, my reflection staring back at me: sharp, calm. But right now I was far from calm. I was calculating. People always say every villain has an origin story. Maybe that's true, but I've never really considered myself a villain. No I actually see myself as the hero of this story. Most villains do what they do out of spite and anger, but not me. I do what I do because it's a necessary evil.

I maneuvered at the last minute not to get into a collision. “Dad watch the road !” Lewis exclaimed with fear. “Dad is scared,” Liam said almost crying. “Am sorry boys” I said to them assuring them not to be afraid that they were safe. Get a hold of yourself… I screamed in my mind. I would rather not get my kids killed. Mia would never forgive me if that happened. My current situation with Mia had me questioning myself and why I made such decisions in the past. I needed companionship, I needed someone to talk to. But who cares I was the villain in Mia's life now. Everyone was against me. How Could a villain want or desire good things? Villains create the bad side of every story and not the