How To Live As The Villain Novels & Stories

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

That picture wouldn't leave my mind any time soon. Not typical of a villain, huh. Exactly. I was an upholder of the principle: action speaks louder than voice. My behavior, my interest—they all were pointers that I was a unique breed of villain. It got me squealing—mentally, because I'd begun to worry I was an empty vessel. One—like the other villains—that faked the extent of their wickedness. I didn't scowl like them. Didn't dress like the devil's right-hand man. I was genuinely quirky.

A villain would candidly state their purpose, then threaten their enemy into achieving their goal. Meanwhile, an old fox would meticulously do everything their way to succeed. They would still put on an innocent front even if they resorted to threatening others. Old foxes would only admit the truth when everyone hurled a bunch of evidence against them. Still, they'd find a way to rationalize their actions. David snorted lightly, picked up his phone, and stood from his chair. He couldn't care less about recovering from his wound. Instead, he wanted to deal with this matter at once.

He smirked mysteriously as he rubbed his palm together. “What do you mean?” I asked because I didn't catch whatever he'd said… “I want you to crawl your way into Alex’s Life again and this time make sure you own the keys to his heart… Make him bow to you and slowly divide the family…make them feel every single pain and torment you went through… Make them feel your wrath….” Damian was indeed the handsome villain in her life… He knew how to break and make a person and also have the cruelest plans laid out in his head..

I twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.

"Who?" I didn’t answer. Because the next name… Was someone I’d once bled beside. And if he turned on us, I wasn’t sure I could stay calm. But I’d fake it. I always did. And somewhere in the back of my mind, Roman’s last words echoed like a gunshot: “She won’t survive if she’s not feared. Make sure they fear her. Even if it means becoming the villain in her story.” I never wanted to be the villain. Not to her.

Now I’m living inside it. “This world is so unfair,” I mumble, pacing. Olivia opens her mouth once and becomes a saint. I open mine and become a villain. But villains survive longer. Villains adapt. Villains fight dirty. And I’m not done. Sometime around 3 p.m., after hours of stewing in anger and humiliation, the idea hits me. If the “respectable” industry doesn’t want me… Then maybe I should stop being respectable. There are always places willing to bend rules for money.

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.

I'd rather fight and lose than never fight at all. I'd rather be the villain in their story than the victim in my own. So I was going to seduce Kian Ashford. I was going to make him fall for me just enough. I was going to use him exactly the way they'd all been using me. And I wasn't going to feel guilty about it. Not even a little bit. Because this was survival. And I was done apologizing for wanting to live.

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.