Romans & histoires I Love The Villainess

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

That there was no longer any way I could deny it. ...I was living inside the last werewolf novel I’d read... but I wasn’t the protagonist of this story. I was the villainess.

What kind of love uses rope to keep you close? Maybe I saw him through rose-tinted glasses. I ignored all the red flags, warning signs, and weird family dynamics because I was newly divorced and desperate for help getting revenge on Martin and his mistress. People always talk about villains as if you can spot them in a crowd. But the truth is, the worst ones are the ones who believe they are doing the right thing—the ones who call it love when it’s really control. And that’s what William is to me now—a man with good intentions and dangerous capabilities.

And without wasting any time he thrusted inside her in an animalistic pace. "You will love me. You will fucking love me. You're mine. You're mine. I own you. You have to love me." With that everything blacked out but he didn't stop. He didn't even after feeling her motionless body laid under him. If this was the definition of love then every villain was indeed in love with his prey. ________________________________________ Damn, that was some long shit. Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians

"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.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

Viviana scolded softly, "Victor, stop doing this. Scarlett clearly didn't mean it. You owe her an apology." Victor pressed his thin lips into a flat line and looked at Viviana with a complicated expression. "I know exactly what kind of person Scarlett is. Viv, you can't keep being this kind." "I can't be at your side forever. If an enemy means you harm, you have to learn to tell for yourself." [Textbook villainess! Grabbing every chance to hurt the heroine!] [The male lead has his guard up. With him around, her little schemes are useless.] Looking at the comments, remembering how I had just been dreaming of going to see the sea with Victor, I couldn't help a self-mocking smile.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."