How To Be A Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

A villain with a glass of apple juice in his hands—instead of a throat-grating shot of scotch, or a bowl of fresh human blood. A villain, especially one with a hefty goal should have black as his ensemble. Not multicolored boxer shorts and flip flops. He was supposed to be in his chambers, peering at the mind maps he'd drafted. Not basking in the mild Tuscan sun. A villain that likened himself to the devil should have his lips stretched in a grim line as he went through his loan over and over and over again. He definitely shouldn't be grinding lips with a scantily clad lady.

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

He crouched down to my height and replied, "Pathetic, yes. But unfortunately, you're far from a villain. People like you do not get such titles, because you're the type that goes around to casually cause havoc, then disappear into thin air when the whole thing blows up. You hide away somewhere and go ahead with your life, tuning out the noise from the havoc you previously caused. You're the reason for good girls who are bad girls that haven't been caught." He stood up to his full height again, beginning to pace about in front of me. "People like me, however," He continued with a sigh, "people like me get the villain tag and pay for our sins in full, whether we like it or not. That said, I'm

I wished it were as simple as she made it sound. If I refused, he would crush my career without batting an eye. If I accepted, I was walking straight into a trap. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I had worked so hard to build my reputation, avoiding anything that could tarnish my life's work. Maybe I should just run away and start a new life?

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

The first kill has to come while the bond is still warm enough to prefer hunger over kindness. I do not have a weapon. I have a body that knows things my old body did not, and I have a voice that the Hollow taught me to use, and I have a token in my left hand that I refuse to drop because dropping it feels — now, somehow — like losing a hand. I sing.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

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.

Little Zi Yan wraps her arms around his shoulders, "Wong Yi, from now on, you owe me your life. You have to serve as my servant, okay? You can learn from me here on, the big boss." She begins to walk with him past the garden, "Let me tell you.. In my house, I am always ignored by the servants. Guess what I do? I take revenge on them. I burn their dresses and purposefully step on their foot. Evil, I know!" Looking at him with a proud smile, little Zi Yan exclaims, "That is why you cannot let others step over you, you know? You gotta puff up and fight for yourself, Wong Yi." He nods, "Okay, I understand now.."

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.