I Can Be The Villain Novels & Stories

People going about their days, unaware that mine was imploding again. "What if he's right?" I whispered. "What if I am the villain?" "Then we're both villains." Damien's arms tightened around me. "Because I'm about to burn Victor Kane's empire to the ground."

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.

🖱️Victor🖱️ I know he doesn’t trust me. Not the way you trust someone with your back turned and your eyes closed. He watches me sometimes like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like he expects me to wake up one day and remember I’m supposed to be the villain in his story. But that doesn’t matter right now. Because today was the most fun I have ever had in my entire life. And that’s not something I say lightly.

“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.

I command, my voice grave. I caught Marcellus' two spies from the last five months but refused to take any action but now he has crossed his limits by sending a third one and I won't stay silent this time. I'll destroy him and every person who is involved with him. He started this all and I'll put an end to it. No matter how long it will take, I won't be at peace until and unless I overpower him.

But Camilla, she killed and tormented for her amusement. She did terrible things just because she found it entertaining. That is what is scary: a villain with a clear motive can be somewhat changed. But someone who kills merely for fun isn’t someone who can be trusted. I have heard from my parents about how the people who were considered villains actually thought they were helping the world. Yes, they caused a lot of harm but in their opinions, they really thought they were changing the world. Others believed that you need to burn the world down first so you can build it up.

I asked as I tried to sound confident, but honestly, I was starting to feel a little afraid. I looked past him. A black car was parked outside. The windows were completely tinted, making it impossible to see who was inside. Who were these people? And why were they looking for me? “I'm Malcolm,” the man introduced himself. “Please come with us.” I blinked. "What?” “Please come with us.” “No.” I said it immediately. He looked at me not surprised at my answer like he expected it. People had started to gather, guess they all wondered what these mysterious men where looking for in this town.

I shudder at my own thoughts, how did I become such a villain? “Its not villainy if you’re saving people.” I remind myself and continue wearing my plastic smile.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

In the sponsorship group chat, I notice someone has used their aid money to buy the latest LV handbag. I send a friendly reminder in the group chat, saying, "Please use the financial aid for your studies and avoid unnecessary spending just to keep up with others." Ella Lowe, the campus belle, immediately makes a post online to attack me. "He's sponsoring all these poor students because he wants to find a sugar baby! He's only doing it because he wants our bodies!" I am left stunned. For the past five years, I have never interfered with their personal lives and simply tried to help students who can't afford an education. Yet these indignant university students actually report me to th