How To Live As A Villain Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

“What are you saying?” “But one day,” she continued, “the dog snaps. No warning, no growling, no barking. It just sinks its teeth into its owner's face and rips off his nose, and everyone’s shocked. The owner’s bleeding and screaming, but it’s too late. He never saw it coming. Why would he? He thought the dog was too weak to bite.” She licked her lips. “You’re that dog, Chloe.” “The worst villains aren’t the ones who fight loud and hard. They’re the ones who smile through every insult, nod through every slap. Because those are the ones calculating. They are watching, and waiting. And when they finally go for the kill, no one’s ready for it.”

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

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Absolutely not. This chapter is my favourite mix: petty family drama + shameless husband thirst. What did you think of Nirelle calling herself a “villain”? Do you see her crossing into darker territory… or just finally standing her ground? And tell me—would you have hung up on Yvette even faster? Drop your answers below, because I KNOW you all were screaming “Girl, hang up!” with me.

A villain, really. The word ‘villain’ had me jolting in surprising. I was gradually accepting my fate that I entered a book world but did I become a book villain? A villain would either die at the end of the story or be cast out of the pack in humiliation, neither of which appealed to me. Wait, no way! Was I heading down a path to death again!? No, I got a new life and thought I would live a long and fulfilling life and then die of old age! If truly Selene was the villain, then I had to find a way to change her/my fate.

I ran my hand through each one of them, looking for clues. What was I looking for in books? I've watched a lot of movies where the villains hide their secrets in the most unimaginable places, and someone as shady as Diego wouldn't be an exception. "I can't believe I labeled him as a villain already," I said with a groan. "And you got married to a villian, what does that make you as the main character? Someone thoughtless and dumb? It doesn't always end well with the villains," my subconscious mind teased me.

"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."

That man in the library wasn’t just trouble, he was a door, a path leading straight to His Majesty… and maybe to my own safety in this cold, haunted palace. Right there, I made a promise to myself that I would never let anyone use me as a pawn again. From now on, I would be the one moving the pieces. I didn’t need to be a white wolf, I didn’t need a wolf at all. I was going to be an omega who survived. And I wouldn’t just survive, I would play to win. I would become the villain they feared… and I would come out on top.