Novel & Cerita How To Live As A Villain

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

Chapter One: I never imagined that I would be the villain in this tale. Not a fleeting evil that could be forgiven with a slip of the tongue or a foolish decision, but an evil as heavy as iron, leaving its mark on every corner of my life, and even on the lives of the people around me. I tortured my family and enslaved them, humiliated my fiancé before everyone, and repeatedly sought to kill the Crown Prince to seize his position. I did not stop there I killed many innocent souls without hesitation. And yet, you let me live.

Vulnerable, even. “Eventually,” I admitted. “Youll get used to it.” He sighed and looked at me. “You really enjoy this don’t you?” “It’s easier you know when you don’t fight them. But you can’t shove them away. What you can do is Control the story. Smile when they say smile. Scowl when they want the brooding billionaire. You stop fighting it, and it stops mattering.” “That’s not living. That’s acting.” I didn’t argue. Because maybe he was right.

"Jane." "It doesn't mean, we are the villain of their story we should live in it. Don't forget that you have your story to tell too. Don't let your story die because of how they kill you in their story." I wanted to make sense but I couldn't seem to do it. Maybe because we share the same belief while I was still in denial. I wanted to fight even if deep inside this seemed to be hopeless. "Villains don't have hope in their hearts, they'll just fight until they die. Brainless desperate in their story and would always be defeated." She spoke to trigger me more.

I'm sure you think so, but I assure you that All Situations I don't care if you... Not only could I not be malicious, but I didn't know how to be anything! I couldn't be spiteful or kind-hearted, Not a villain or an honest one, not a hero or an insect. I now live my life in this corner, humiliated myself with a useless, malevolent sympathy, represented in my saying to her: A wise man cannot be a dangerous thing, And that the fool alone He can be anything.

He was right to not say yes. "Arthur will definitely be turning to dishonest methods to force me to give it up. I'm worried that they'll go after you." I knew this would be the case. The villains in traditional TV shows were like that, only going after the children and women the other side cared about. That was all they could do. "Come after me? You seem to have forgotten who I am. Stick to your principles and tell them to come over here. If those people really dare to mess with me, I'll show them why they shouldn't."

“Trust can be built, Bianca. And as for loyalty... that’s earned. Let me prove to you that I’m not the villain you think I am.” She scoffed, rising from the cot to put some space between them. “You’re not the villain? You’re holding me against my will, threatening people, and manipulating everyone around you. What part of that isn’t villainous?” Nelson moved closer, his presence looming but still oddly magnetic. “Sometimes you have to play the villain to win the game. And when I win, Bianca, you’ll want to be on the side that reaps the rewards. Think about Cherish, about Victoria. You can help me shape the future—or be crushed under it.”

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

"Why are you doing this? You could have run. You could have hidden. You could have let them take me and gone on with your life." Liora was silent for a long moment. She stared into the fire, her face unreadable. "I have spent my entire life being the villain," she said. "And it's tiring. I'm tired of it." "Tired of what?" "Tired of being angry. Tired of being bitter. Tired of being this person with an ugly heart. I want to live for once." Her voice cracked. I had never heard her sound like that. "I killed my own mother," she continued. "I betrayed you. I betrayed everyone. And I told myself it was because I had no choice. Because you had everything and I had nothing. Because I was the victim