I Became A Villain In My Novel Novels & Stories

I detested him and each time, I tried my best to be better than him. After getting that call from my private investigator, I realized I’d been very foolish. My so-called brother who doesn’t even have an entitlement in the company was busy exerting revenge in my father’s stead. While I on the other hand was getting friendly with the enemies and being stupid. It irked me so badly that I vowed to do something about it. I've always heard that situations and happenings change people into villains, never did I imagine that I'd be part of those people.

"So you're finally on my side, huh?" That was confirmed when I got to the borders and the guards stationed there didn't stop me. They only asked me a few questions which I answered—not truthfully, duh—and they let me through. I didn't look back once as I drove out the territory. The world had succeeded in breaking me. This was how villains were made. They weren't born, they were turned when life kept hitting them and gave them no chance to breathe. I had thought I had a future with Darius. I had thought he was the one. I had thought that maybe… just maybe, I could be happy.

I stare right into his beautiful eyes, desperately searching for a hint of the person I knew him to be. His hand grabs my neck roughly, "Do you know who I am, May?. I am not one of the teenager you are used to." I swallowed my fear, ignoring the rising pain in my neck. "I don't care. " "You should Jailbait." "I don't care." "I am not someone you'd want to run into Ina dark alley, I am not a prince charming. I am the villain who eats little virgins like you for breakfast. I am a nightmare."

And that neglect had festered for years, rotting me from the inside. As I deepened my thoughts, my hands trembled violently. I reached for the glass on the table and smashed it against the edge, watching it shatter into glittering shards. My pulse thundered, and I pressed one jagged piece into my palm until blood welled, thick and crimson. The sting seared me alive, but the pain only sharpened my voice. “People call me the villain,” I hissed, staring at the blood dripping down my wrist, pooling on the floor. “But I am not the villain. I am the reckoning. I am the bitch fate never accounted for.”

Why did I feel something when he looked at me—something I didn’t even have a name for? This wasn’t supposed to happen. J.J was the villain of my story. The one who shoved me down, made my knees bleed, crushed my voice under his polished shoes. He wasn’t supposed to be the one I watched out for in the crowd. He wasn’t supposed to be the one I hoped would say, “Well done.” He wasn’t supposed to be the one I wanted approval from. I hated myself for it. I hated myself more than I hated him. And maybe that was the most dangerous part of it all.

And now, someone has tried to kill me. And somehow, I was the villain in my story.

Long milky blonde hair with a pair red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly, not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby book store to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. Me, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley of the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That’s the title! Yan dapat ang librong babasahin ko. I didn't sleep peacefully. I died young! And to add salt in to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous fantasy nove

"You don't know the half of the things I've done. I'm an ex-assassin. I'm not just bad, I'm horrible. Red knows it too. That's why he broke up with me" "He doesn't hate you, I know that. Why else would you still be here?" I said, folding my arms. She scoffed. "I'm not a very happy person. I thought I could make new friends but Dahlia already hates me. No matter how much I try to be good, I'm just never good enough. I tried to start a conversation with Dahlia and I messed it up. I don't know.... I guess, being the villain suits me better" . "You don't know that" I said.

That meant I only had three years left before the tragedy. Am I going to die?! Again? I suppressed a scream. Why couldn't I just be reborn as a baby? How does this reincarnation even work anyway? Why did I become a character in a novel? And a villainess?! I know I wasn't a saint in my past life, but a villainess, really! Do I seem that evil? I scowled at myself. Was that her role now? To die again? I had just died this morning in an accident for God's sake. And now I'm destined to die again. Dead!

He's intentionally written out to be like this. He will literally be the worst person I've probably ever written (compared to the male leads of my previous stories) think of this story as reading about the villain instead of the hero. The next chapter will explore how deeply manipulating he can be in order to bend Zara to his own needs and wants through sexual desire and fear. - - - Please vote and comment and let me know how y'all feel!! I PURPLE YOU <3