How To Live As The Villain Novels & Stories

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

“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.”

"Does that make me a villain, Prince Elian? Wanting freedom for my people?" No, Adrian thought. It makes you a revolutionary. The hero of your own story. And the original novel framed you as evil for it. "It makes you someone fighting for what's right," Adrian said. "And it makes my kingdom the real villains." The words hung between them. "You realize what you're saying?" Cassian leaned forward. "If you truly believe that, if you act on it, your own people will call you a traitor." "Let them." "You'd give up your crown? Your family?

"You needed someone to become the villain. Someone the world could hate, hunt, blame for every disaster, while you quietly worked to keep the real threat asleep behind a story simple enough for everyone else to believe. I volunteered before you even finished asking." "You let me kill you. Publicly. In front of everyone who loved you." "So everyone would believe it completely, your parents included, because grief that isn't real doesn't convince anyone. I survived through means I won't pretend are simple to explain, not tonight, not with everything else already breaking open around us. And for three centuries, I built exactly the monster you needed the world to fear, one relic hunt, one Blood

I was done asking permission from men who thought they owned me. The elevator doors closed, and I pressed the button for the lobby, my reflection staring back at me from the polished steel walls. Red lips, sharp eyes, a jaw set with the determination of a woman who had finally stopped running. Sarah wanted to play the grieving mother on television. Maxton wanted to play the broken victim in his hospital bed. The whole world wanted to cast me as the villain who destroyed them both. Fine. I would play the villain. But I would play her on my own terms.

And Calista, don’t let Evren Sable take you there. My breath caught. For the first time since the messages began, I felt something close to genuine fear. The sender knew about Evren. Not merely his involvement in the dispute over District Twelve, but enough to single him out as someone I shouldn’t trust. I picked up my phone and called the number. The call failed. I tried again. The same result. I lowered the phone slowly. Don’t let Evren Sable take you there. My thoughts returned to the warehouse. I remembered the moment the machinery had stirred beneath the floor. The contractor had barely understood what was happening, but Evren hadn’t seemed surprised by the possibility that something wa

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

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.

This man was also well-known in Celandine City, and his name was Viv Hudson. Viv was famous in Celandine City not because of how capable he was, but because this person was especially good at blackmailing, framing, and inciting. Many big bosses and enterprises were also defeated by him. People must not offend him. This man was a classic shameless person. The more you offended him, the more he wanted to fight you until the end. He would frame you up and use all sorts of despicable tricks on you. People always said one should offend a wicked person than offend a good person, and Viv was a typical wicked person.