I Am The Game's Villain Novels & Stories

“You’re the endgame.” She went still. “He thinks if he breaks you, he wins. Because you’re my weakness.” Amelia stared at him, the truth hanging heavy in the space between them. “Then we don’t give him that power. She’s going to lose.” “No,” Adrian said. “She’s going to burn.” They made plans that night. A trap. A message. A reckoning. Christian Voss had started the game. But Amelia and Adrian? They were about to end it.

Anyone who harmed his sister was his enemy till the day he takes his last breath. Kenchiki was more than pissed to learn that little information. He hated unclean people who tried to take away people's consent, especially when it came to people's bodies; he was glad he had been distracted by his lover and had no time to cause harm to Aria; she was an innocent victim too. He glared murderously at the woman who drugged him. He would make sure she had no good days. Sera felt chills crawl up her spine when she saw the look that the two men were giving her. She knew then that whoever was targeting her knew about all her schemes and stacked the deck against her.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

" Even I still hate you for what you did... There are better ways to solve that problem!" " I think this is perfect," He turned finally looking at me. It sent shivers down my spine. " Besides, it's just Natalie. How hard can it be? If you win, you'll finally have your sweet revenge. But if I win... There are a lot of things I plan to do as well. Have a good night." He said and walked inside the room, slamming the door behind him. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and groaned. This should be easy, right? I mean, it's just a girl, right... How hard can it be?

"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. "

"Good. I was worried I would have to break that particular illusion first." "Why am I here, Elena? What do you want from me?" "The same thing everyone else wants. To understand what makes you special. What makes you different from the rest of us who fell for Declan Westcott and paid the price." "I am not different. I am just the latest victim in whatever game you are all playing." "Game." She tasted the word. "Is that what you think this is? A game?" "What else would you call it? You fake your own death. Vivian orchestrates a revenge plot. Marcus betrays his employer. Camilla stalks and threatens." I leaned forward. "If this is not a game, what is it?"

“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.

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

Now it was time to get my game face on, after all its said no one plays harder than some one who has nothing to lose. “Now without further ado, let the game begin," Gavin was the first to move— taking a step on the wooden bridge. I was just about to follow suit when a voice echoed in my mind. “Player 75, I have a very important mission for you," it declared, consequently grabbing my attention immediately. “I want you to play the villainesses in this game." I froze— my foot literally hanging in midair. “Play the villainess?" “Affirmative. Your role is simple, make the audience hate you while making the other players look good."

I blushed at the compliment, “Yeah, well I feel like you’re also in your element when you grill me like that. You’re a very believable villain.” He rose from his chair, the muscles in his face tense. He made a full circle around the desk and knelt close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek, “Don’t be deceived, Amelia. You only like me because we’re standing on the same side of this case. I am a villain. It would do you well to remember that.”