I'm Not A Villain Novels & Stories

Then finally, he muttered, “And people say I’m the villain.” Valerie walked away and called out over her shoulder, “You are. I’m just the woman who fell for one.”

“I do.” “Sophia—” “I said leave me alone!” I shouted, loud enough for my throat to tear. Silence. Then a softer knock. I didn’t answer. He sighed—frustrated, maybe heartbroken. I couldn't tell anymore. “You’re not the villain here. You did what you thought was right. You tried to survive. That doesn’t make you evil.” My eyes filled, blurring the screen. I pressed my head against the back of the chair.

I yell back at him. He laughs. Laughs! “I’m no hero, princess. Not even close.” I roll my eyes at the cliche words. “Let me guess, you’re the villain.” Yeah, I’ve read all the stories. “No. I’m a monster.” He says instead and although not exactly original, the words ring true. Sometimes he seems more animal than man. Still, I want to push him a little further to see what he thinks makes him different from a hero or a villain.

Nana quickly covered her mouth. " Sorry your highness, I got carried away. hehehe." " Is nothing. And beside, am named Zach by the way." " Huh?" " Nothing! You still seem hungry, am going to asked maid to bring more dish for you." Nana: * nodding head really hard.* System assistant: ( Host?! the villainess had never answered in such manner. She always had her head down and looked sad and gloomy as the weather; So what do you think you doing?! The world cousiounesss may detect you, and game end!"

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."

I said to him “The brother I know will not be looking out to scare people or make anyone an enemy with just anybody just because he thinks he screwed up the first time.” I scoffed and laughed, “I didn't screw up. You did.” I pointed at him. “What do you mean?” He asks “Oh you don't remember but I'm the villain?” I ask “You are obsessing over a matter that isn't what you are making it to be.” “Don't use the word obsessing on me again.” I said to him

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

"I think it's too late to save him!" Well, I already know he knows what I'm thinking. Don't worry, Oliver and I are still normal. It's still not turning, even if it turns, I want to do it anyway. Oliver is the ideal type of man, please blaspheme me, that's your right too. But that's just how it is, as a fellow man. I admit that Oliver is the ideal type, considerate, and very sensitive. I think he's thinking the same thing as me. “But I think I have to save him. I lied to him, and I was wrong! You guys go first, boss.”