Novel & Cerita I'm Not A Villain

“I’m not–” “Yes, you are,” he cut me off, still trying to maintain his cool but he was failing miserably. “You’re looking at me like I'm the villain in whatever story you’ve written in your head. Like I… like I caused this mess we’re both in. I'm just a man who chooses not to get hurt, Belladonna.”

Setting her down in a chair, we enjoyed watching the waves from a distance. "I'm glad you're not as ruthless as people think you are," Kai said. I chuckled and glanced at my husband. "You don't know the whole story. You saw what I did to those guys, right? That just means I'm not a fairy-tale princess. I'm the tough one, the villain, Kai. I have to be," I whispered. I laughed and playfully flicked her forehead. "I can't believe you still see yourself as the bad guy when you're not," I said softly, making her laugh a little.

I exclaimed. No! No! I meant my blood type is golden type. Am stronger and can take care of myself l dont need anyone to protect me. Venus said but am not a fool. It's clear as water that she is lieing to me. But l however chose to not persuade the matter further thus l nodded at her explanation. Okay call it fake explanation.

make him fall than break his heart! Listen I'm not a cruel person but deceiving me like that! Using me like that! I will not tolerate this miserable treatment! Yes, I like you, but I don't love you and now what I feel the most for you is pure hatred! I know it's going to be hard but I rather live like a villain than knowing there's no tomorrow. TBC

“Then this isn’t about us.” “It is about us.” “It’s about your fear of ruining my future.” “And that matters.” “It matters, but it doesn’t control me.” She wiped at her eyes quickly. “You make it sound like I’m selfish.” “I don’t think you’re selfish. I think you’re scared of being blamed.” “I don’t want to be the villain in your story.” “You’re not a villain.” “Not now.” “Not ever,” I said firmly. She stared at me as if she wanted to believe that.

"Speaking if trust, I don't think you should trust me because right now I don't even know who I am anymore," "What is that supposed to mean?" Ronald asked. I shook my head slightly in an unknowable way then frowned again. "I did something terrible… I think I am turning into a villain," I said as Ronald laughed gently. His laugh was so unexpected that I had to glance at him. "Don't stare at me like this is something to be serious about. If there is one thing I know you are not then that is a villain. You have a kind heart Marcus," "How sure are you about that?" I asked.

🖱️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.

As she accused him with a finger waving at him as she glared at him hotly. “I’ll do whatever it takes. If it means repairing or burning bridges, I’m prepared to do it. Hell, what’s that saying going around on social media? ‘I’m not a hero. I’m the villain. The hero sacrifices himself for you. While I, as the villain. Will burn the world for you.” He resembled someone reciting a passage from a Shakespearean play as he spoke. So, he saw himself for what? A villain. Although Rebecca found satisfaction in that thought, it was irrelevant to the confrontation.

"No, you didn't do this. Helena did. And we are going to catch that undead motherfucker, this time, I'll make sure she can't come back to life." There was determination in his voice as he said it and it made me smile. "I'm glad I have my own personal hero." He shrugged. "I wouldn't call myself a hero. Not many people like me. I'd say that I'm your very own Villain." I laughed. "Right. . ." I began to walk away. "We should go home and re-strategise." I heard him fall into step behind me and I barely made it three steps when I felt a sudden zap in my core.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.