I Became The Villain The Hero Is Obsessed With Novels & Stories

As soon as she was locked in place, her muscles relaxed against mine and she stopped resisting as she stared at me hatefully with fire burning behind her irises. I also hated that look more than everything else. That look that screamed I was the monster in her story, the Villain. I didn’t want to be the fucking villain dammit! I want to be the hero, the savior, the mate she deserves to have but she ruined everything! She keeps ruining it every time we meet and I don’t know if it can ever be fixed or if it was a lost cause already.

His voice dropped into a chilling whisper. "I'm not your hero." A beat of silence stretched between them before his lips curved into a sinister smile. "I'm the villain." With that, he pulled her in a passionate kiss. Adrian was oblivious to the fact that he had always been obsessed with her. He mistook the sadistic pleasure he derived from tormenting Claire for hatred, never realising it was the twisted manifestation of an obsession that had taken root long ago. Unlike him, however, the rest of the university wasn't blind to it.

He's trying to accuse me of killing the man and start spreading propaganda like he's been doing. "Alright, I killed him. What are you going to do?" he asked me. I'm surprised. Victor is becoming toxic. "You killed him?" I asked, amazed. "You see Kieran, what I hate most in my life is people who don't mind their own business. They piss me off, and I fucking hate them," he told me. "I hate people trying to be heroes when they're not," he added. I'm speechless. What's he going to gain from being this toxic? Killing people and even trying to kill Luna, whom he'd proposed marriage to. What does he want?

Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him. "So Scar is a villain, I like that, I'm sure you know this by now, I love villains. I identify as one."

It wasn't the first time, though. I was planning to attack him first, but then a brilliant idea came to me. His father. His attention would definitely be on me just like it had always been. It's just that ever since this psycho became like this, his father's attention had slowly shifted from me to him. It was never part of my plan. He's just like his foolish prostitute of a mother, stealing what's mine from me.

“You call this protection? Keeping me locked away in some mansion like a prisoner? Treating me like I’m some pawn in your sick little power games? That’s not protection, Adrian. That’s control!” Adrian’s face softened for a fleeting moment, a vulnerability flashing in his eyes that caught Kayla off guard. “You think I enjoy this?” His voice dropped, quieter now but no less intense. “You think I wanted any of this? I’m doing what I can to keep you alive, Kayla. Even if it means being the villain in your story.” She hesitated, her anger momentarily suppressed by the crack in his usual armor. But she wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just like that.“You’re right about one thing—you are the v

He grabbed my hands and pushing me against the wall, his booze breath hot on my face and the fiery glint in his eyes burning brighter and brighter, I was scared I might get engulfed in it. “You don’t mean that” he said “You don’t bloody mean that Helena” “Why do you care?” I shot back “You sold me to him after all” “I didn’t – I just – how can I fix it?” “You can’t” I said in his face, loud enough that he flinched a little. “When are you going to get it Dante, you’re the villain in this story, you’re not a hero – you’re the evil villain who’s not going to get the girl at the end” I pushed away from him.

"But they haven't won the girl. If you stay with me now, they’ll kill us both. If you play the victim, you stay in the light. You stay where you can find the key to the Trust’s vault. You become the hunter I made you to be." He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was less of a goodbye and more of a branding. It was raw, suffocating, and tasted of the chemicals that had nearly erased her. It was the kiss of a man who would rather be hated by the world than lose the only person who understood his darkness. "I am the villain in your story, Ivy," he whispered against her lips. "Make them believe it. Make it the most beautiful lie they’ve ever heard."

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

“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.