How To Live As A Villain Novels & Stories

“If he doesn’t show, he looks afraid of us, of the messy humanity. If he does show…” “He’s on our turf,” Lanc finished, a savage satisfaction in his voice. “Surrounded by the very things he despises. Forced to smile and shake hands with the ‘liabilities.’ One wrong move, one condescending comment caught on camera…” “He becomes the villain in the story we’re telling,” I whispered. The cliffhanger of the past few hours—how much were we willing to let them suffer—wasn’t answered, but it was reframed. The answer was: we wouldn’t just suffer. We would transform the suffering into a weapon. We would pull him into the underbrush with us, where his polished shoes would get dirty.

“You’ve just made yourself the villain in everything that’s about to happen next.” The words landed heavier than I expected. Villain. I almost laughed. People loved that word. As if power ever came to men who were afraid of being misunderstood. “If that’s what it takes,” I said quietly, “then I’ll survive being the villain.” Marco stared at me for a long moment. Searching. Measuring. Maybe even hoping I would take something back. But I wouldn’t. Not now. Not when everything was finally beginning to move exactly the way it should.

For someone who is willing to risk everything just to survive, I have prepared my best solution. I gave Gina a glance and nodded. Before I called them here I have already to formulate a plan in case plan A would not work. I still have my Ace Card called 'Protagonist persuasive charm.' I might feel guilty about using an innocent person but I have a stronger desire to live until I get back home. I sounded like a villain in the dark. I did say that I will abandon that wicked role but I also didn't say anything that I would become a Santa because I'm not a Santa in the first place. Just the right balance.

The villain who pointed the gun spoke again, "I'll make your hands as deformed as your legs." "You are a useless man," said the other villain. "More like a pathetic man." "Look at you! A baby is even more valuable than you." "Can you do this?" asked one villain while jumping up and down. The action instantly became the laughingstock of the crowd. "Surely no one would want you." "You're such a useless piece of trash. Women would think a thousand times about making you their lover. You'll only be a statue when you play in bed."

His hands were full of blood and his midnight-like eyes were glaring at the other person who was whimpering in pain as blood was gushing out of his body. "Do you think of yourself as a good man huh? If I'm not good then you are not a good man too. Don't forget You are a villain. Just Bad like me and you'll die soon" That man bled and cried in pain as he burst his heart words at the man who had eyes like LUCIFER and an aura like a BEAST. AARYA ARJUN KASHYAP chuckled darkly as his deep masculine voice was shaking in madness. "Of course! Good people don't live long but Villains will live for thousands of years. So for living thousands of years of life, I'm willing to be a Villain"

And the second, I’m laughing like a child who got the attention of his crush. Around her. I do feel like a fucking child. Everything I know and that I have gone disappears and I find myself Turing to find the right words. Trying to do the right thing. Should I mention how hard as fuck that is? I used to think righteous people were weak and that’s why they followed roles and had airtight principles. Now that I’m trying to not be a cruel bastard. I’m seeing how much harder it is to be good than to be bad. Being a villain or a scary alpha is the easiest route. And I guess that makes us fucking weak and not the other way around.

"Dr. Jhero wants us all to become part of his world domination thing, and although we don't want to become part of it, we don't have a choice but to agree, or else our families— their families will be either become zombies or be dead." Of course, all of the villains in stories use feelings and emotions as their greatest weapon against the protagonist, and when that happens, protagonists don't have a choice but to be controlled by the hands of the villain. The same goes in real life, when the bad person uses your feelings as a weapon against you, you don't have a choice but to bend down and give in.

And as soon as she let go of him, he caved to the floor, holding his hand and letting his deafening cry travel around the room. She chose to ignore Gollum’s agony and started to talk once again. “You know, kind people have it hard in our society.” She wagged her left hand to shake off Gollum’s blood that was smeared on it, camouflaging itself with her own blood. “They can be a saint all their lives, but the moment they show even just a little bit of ill temper, people will immediately label it as their “true colors”. She wiped the remaining blood on her left hand using her other hand. “Villains have it easy. They can be wicked all their lives, and it only takes one act of kindness to fool pe

“She didn't hesitate to fabricate evidence and files, did she? Why can’t we dance to that tone as well?” I would have said it was because of our honor, and how we shouldn't stoop to her level. But fuck honor. Fuck stooping low. Elena already went low, so now we would have to go under. We were done playing the nice guys. The world has already painted us as the villains who kicked a man when he was already down, so why not play into that narrative? We were already untouchable. Anyone who wanted to talk shit was already ready to lose everything.

Jeevika's Pov.:- If someone has told me before that one day my life will turn into something like this then I would've called that person a fool and worst I would've laughed. Many things changed over the night. His yes response at the beginning didn't fit well, however, when he said " nothing comes free and to pay the price of everything everyone somehow gets to do dirty deeds. I was in the need of you therefore, I had to get you somehow either in one way or another. The way you were helpless to disguise as a man, I was also helpless for you. ". His words indeed opened my eyes. We all are mean to someone, the way he's becoming a villain in my life story, I'm also a villain in someone else st