How To Survive As The Academy's Villain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" Reagan said with a nod of agreement. How can he agree with Alex's plan that easy? And these two problems happened because of me, I thought feeling guilty. "No... " I said to everyone, " We don't need to declare war on Pack Basilisk as well. Why don't we follow Dimitri's way? Killing him and his closest people then returning Pack Basilisk's power to the rightful. Such a plan is easier and will not take many victims like the war between Pack. We just need to lure him out of the Basilisk territory then finish him off silently. I'm sure no one will mind as long as Bastien is the one who claims to defeat Dimitri. We can use stories about the descendants of Alpha Pack Basilisk who took over his

“Why?” “No one knows.” Mystery is more dangerous than truth. By the time a month passes, I understand what the Conclave has done. They didn’t punish me. They isolated me. They let the academy devour me slowly, trusting that loneliness would succeed where torture failed. That eventually I would beg. Or break. Or disappear. They underestimate one thing. I’ve already survived disappearance. I walk the halls with my head high. I endure. And every night, when the academy sleeps, I feel it—that faint warmth in my chest, distant but real.

“I see it in your eyes. You want to run, don’t you?” I swallowed, forcing control over my panic. “I’m learning,” I said softly. “Learning what it means to… survive here.” Victor’s gaze narrowed. “Good. You will need it. Because I am not… patient anymore. And anyone who stands against me… pays.” Even as fear coiled around my chest, my mind raced. He had gone too far. He was assembling a network, tracking Killian, preparing for war. And I needed to know everything, his methods, his allies, his weaknesses, if I was going to survive and protect Killian.

I wondered, feeling a knot of dread form in my stomach. As we got closer, I slowed my pace, letting Logan walk slightly ahead. I needed to know more about what was happening. I ducked behind a corner, pretending to tie my shoe, and strained to hear the conversation of the nearby Pack members. “We just need to frame him for the killing,” one of them said in a hushed tone. “The Academy’s plan will fall into place once he’s out of the picture.” “Frame him?” I thought, my blood running cold. “They want to set Logan up for a crime he didn’t commit.”

I retort, closing the distance between us with a slow, predatory stride that forces him back against a wooden potting bench. Vance sneers, his professional demeanor completely fracturing under the relentless pressure of my interrogation. "You think you are being a hero by digging into matters that predated your birth, but the high council holds all the cards, and your precious little omega rebellion is going to be crushed into dust before the moon hits its peak." "My precious omega rebellion is the only thing standing between this corrupted academy and absolute annihilation, and you just signed your own termination notice by siding with those monsters," I fire back, my hand shooting out to g

A villainess burning for revenge never have pity. Aubrey glanced around, she sighed in defeat, what other choice did she had? Could she go back and face the press, she would lose her face, she would become a laughing stock, what about her family? she knew her dad would kill her even if he saw her, arranging all the choices, she had no option left, "I want to go to the mental asylum" She sighed. "Good pick" Scott laughed as he made a phone call officially registering her in a mental asylum.

The original Vivian would have been vibrating with anticipation, issuing orders for her finest gowns, plotting how to monopolize Alexander’s attention, and likely already scheming against Sophia Bellweather. *What am I supposed to do?* Panic threatened to resurface. *Play the villain? But that leads straight to the convent and a fatal 'accident'. Rebel? Thomas would see that as weakness or treachery, and he’s dangerous. Sophia seems meek now, but crossing her is crossing fate itself.* The sheer impossibility of her situation pressed down, making the high stone walls feel like a prison closing in. She forced a breath, drawing the crisp, damp air deep into lungs constricted by the tight emeral

The Academy lay beyond, nestled deep in a guarded province only those with clearance or coin could enter. And she had neither. She traced the edge of the parchment with a dirty fingertip. I’ll need to fake my way through. Stay quiet. Speak with confidence. Look like I belong. But how did one look like a future Alpha when her face was too soft, her posture too poised, and her every instinct screamed of being prey, not predator? She needed a disguise. A name. A story. Something that would let her slip past the gates without question. But first—she had to survive the forest.

"They thought wrong." "You killed them?" "Every last one." He said it casually, like discussing the weather. "That's when I met Kaine, actually. His family took me in, trained me, made me what I am today." "A prince?" "A survivor." He stood abruptly, moving to the bookshelf. "The thing about this academy, Aria, is that everyone here is either predator or prey. The trick is knowing which you are." "I'm human. That makes me prey by default."

"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.