How To Live As A Villain Novels & Stories

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.

I just realize I've transmigrated when I heard the name of a few people and remember my previous life. If I am not wrong, this villainess just like any other villainess, I'll die in the future. She did talk about this novel with me but I couldn't remember the whole plot. All I had is a few fragments from my memory of talking with her about this. And my conclusion on every story I heard from her. Therefore, I made three rules for myself to prevent my death. Applying my conclusion this time. First, do not ever change your role. If I am a villainess then I will be a villainess. I don't need to be a saint in the eyes of others. However, I don't need to be a bitch either. Being a reasonable villa

"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."

“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

As she accused him with a finger waving at him as she glared at him hotly. “I’ll do whatever it takes. If it means repairing or burning bridges, I’m prepared to do it. Hell, what’s that saying going around on social media? ‘I’m not a hero. I’m the villain. The hero sacrifices himself for you. While I, as the villain. Will burn the world for you.” He resembled someone reciting a passage from a Shakespearean play as he spoke. So, he saw himself for what? A villain. Although Rebecca found satisfaction in that thought, it was irrelevant to the confrontation.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

“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 was about to be dragged up to give a speech. About to end up being set up to look stupid in front of everyone. This was happening again. Different details but the same outcome if I let it play out. Why was I panicking? I knew what was coming. I knew their entire playbook. Why was I acting like a victim all over again? The thought hit me clearly and sharply. Become the villain before the villain becomes the villain. If they wanted to set me up I would beat them to it. I would control the narrative.

Just like the monster that killed without any emotions. My blood turned to ice. I wondered how stupid I was earlier to let him affect me. He was bad news. He was the clear definition that villains were not always ugly. Some came with the most charming face and alluring physique but that didn't make them less of a villain. “What does this mean for me?” My voice was barely audible. “Be loyal and consider your family protected. Double cross me and they're out.” “I don't want any bloodshed.” “It's simple. Act right and play your role well.”

“So I will do what I must. I will act as I agree. I will sign the papers. I will say the words. I will be the person he wants me to be. But I will not let it happen the way he plans. I will leave clues. I will build something that can be used against him later, when I have the power to stop him.” “I will make myself the villain. I will take the blame. I will let everyone think I am just like him. Because if they think I am evil, they will not suspect I am working against him. If they think I want what he wants, they will not look for what I am doing behind their backs.” “It is the only way. I know it hurts. I know it is wrong. But it is the only way to keep her safe. To keep her alive.”