How To Live As A Villain Novels & Stories

"It’s important to be with someone who sees you for who you are, not just who they want you to be." She glances at me again. “What about you Zack? What kind of woman do you see yourself with?” I chuckle nervously. How can I indirectly describe her to her? “Well,” I clear my throat before I speak. "Honestly, I’ve never really thought about it before. My life’s been…complicated, and relationships were never something I focused on." I forced myself to say this. However, it’s half true. I really never focused on such things because I was too busy murdering my enemies and rivals. That’s why I also never experienced a peaceful life. Every day, I shed blood and break bones. I have done the deadlies

The conviction in his voice forces me to meet his eyes. “No matter what they leak, you did nothing wrong,” he says. “Nothing. You hear me?” “I hear you. But the world does not care about innocence. They care about scandal. They care about humiliation. They care about a good villain. They care about having someone to rub in the mud.” His thumb sweeps gently over the back of my hand. “Then let them look at me instead.” “What does that mean?” “It means if they want a villain, I will be it. I will take every hit before you ever do.”

“Ah that? It was just a gift for someone. During a party like that, don't you think someone was bound to make trouble? Despite it not being a large scale party like this, I've been to quite a few banquets and parties where I was on my own and trouble came rearing its head. So I concluded that it would be the same for a banquet like this. Women who would feel uncomfortable when another woman who has a much higher power than they are shows up. And it's like their IQ goes down and they suddenly forget that if they go up to these more powerful people and bully them, then the powerful people will retaliate. So, I counted on the lowered IQ of those people, they were bound to show themselves one wa

For someone who is willing to risk all just to survive I have prepared my best solution. I gave Gina a glance and nodded. Bago ko pa sila tinawag dito 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 by using an innocent person pero mas malakas ang kagustuhan kong mabuhay until I get back home. I sounded like a villainess in the dark. Sinabi ko nga na I will abandon that wicked role pero wala rin naman akong sinabi na magpapaka-santa ako dahil hindi naman ako santa in the first place. Tamang balance lang.

My grandmother listens as if she has found something worth studying. “It applies to my personal life and my position at Blackwood. I am elegant, and my strength lies in mystery. To navigate life, I possess the wisdom of a serpent and a venom for danger,” she concludes. “A venom for danger!” my mother bursts into laughter. “And as wise as a serpent,” my grandmother adds, entertained. “You must have been in danger before. Strengthen your venom with this ,” my mother says, handing her champagne before leaving to attend to visitors. “You’re such a gothic blessing,” my grandmother chuckles. “I always thought to survive danger, don’t try to be innocent. Bite those who bite you, or they’ll trample

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

Zhi Ruo rambled on with no signs of stopping. "Consort Feiyan, is literally the reason he could even become emperor, now he is being one sided because some new ass's father could help him expand his territory. Tch, he is worse than scum." {Novels are written this way because readers like a cold, strong, motionless main character with goals only to be at the top turning a blind eye to what's really happening around them. Such stories sell well that brings about the creation of abused cannon fodders to make the plot more dramatic. Host would be able to deal with these kinds of trashy main characters once she starts her mission, and this esteemed being is ready to back her up all the way.} The

“Okay, let me explain it in simple terms. If there are only two options, save me or save the whole world while I die, what do you think a hero would pick?” She hesitated. “…Saving the world.” “Exactly.” I snapped my fingers. “That’s the point. But a villain who loves me? He’d choose me every damn time and let the world burn. That’s what I want. A guy who looks at me and says, ‘to hell with everyone else.’”