I'm Not A Villain Novels & Stories

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

"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.

I shouted. “You give reason for suspicions, I mean, I didn't attach anything to it at first, but you suddenly warmed your way into Aaron's heart. It took years before we became cool.” “So what? A man can't change, is that it?” Vale opened his mouth to speak but I just shut him up with a raise of my hand. “It's okay, there's no need to say anything. I get it already. I'm the bad guy here, you all will always see me as the villain no matter how good I try to present myself.”

His groans of possessiveness could only portray the turmoil of his imagination and what went on in the cavity of his chest. The kind of hatred that danced beneath his skin was almost scalding, hot, and fiery as he held me closer to him. “I am not a hero Pierre.” He paused enough to murmur against my lips. “A hero can sacrifice you for a greater good, and I am not a hero. I am bad, a bad villain who is selfish and only looks out for what he wants. And what I want is you. If you don’t want to meet Gabe or even see his face, just say the words. I have all I need to have him removed from the surface of the earth.”

I ranted and his lips twitched in amusement as I finished my little rant. "You make it sound like I’m a villain.” He murmured, that infuriatingly smooth voice of his making the words sound almost playful. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, “You are a villain, Zade. Who else would kidnap someone back to their own city?” “A villain, huh?” He tilted his head, his gaze darkening just a fraction as he leaned in slightly, “If I’m a villain, what does that make you?” “Your victim.” I shot back without hesitation, lifting my chin defiantly.

“You do not always have to be a bad person to win, and it is not difficult to choose happiness, Enzo. Never is it too late. You just have to—” “Silence!” he roared, getting to his feet. “You know nothing about my life or my family. I do not need anyone to believe in me to be great. You are totally wrong, and I feel nothing about their opinions. My father is rotting wherever he is, and whenever he comes out, I will make sure to end his life first!” I could tell he was only trying to sound tough, and listening carefully, I could almost feel a crack in his voice. Every villain has an arc. This was his, and he was just like Fae.

I couldn't help but feel pity for him, even if he said he wanted none of that. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... I didn't know." "No, Lena, I don't want pity; I deserve this. I am not your average knight in shining amour. I am the villain; that's how I see myself. But I want to make this right, and so I have a proposal."

"It didn't. A man was hurt. A family was terrorised. A girl was nearly taken from everyone who loved her. None of that became acceptable because you'd told yourself a story where it was necessary." Selene was quiet. "I know," she said finally. "I think I've known for a while. I just needed to say the version where I wasn't a villain, even once, out loud." "You're not a villain," Matthias said. "I don't think villain is a useful word for any of this." He paused. "You're a person who made a series of choices, each one slightly worse than the last, until you'd built something you couldn't undo. That's not the same as evil. It's just damage. Real damage, to real people, that you're responsible f

“It’s okay.” “It’s not okay,” I said, a little too loudly, wiping my face. “I accused you of—of something you’d never do and I dragged Maya into it and Scarlett and I yelled at everybody. And I stormed off…” I groaned. “I’m literally the villain of today.” Max’s lips tilted into the smallest smile. “You’re dramatic, not a villain.” I sniffed. “Same difference.” He shook his head gently. “Come sit.”

"That's who I am. Who I was. Who I might always be, no matter how I try." Avery stopped in front of him. Close enough to touch, didn't touch him. The distance that was also intimacy, also ending, also the space between who he'd been and who he couldn't become. "You're not the villain," she said. "You're just—" She stopped, found the word. "You're just not learned yet. The trying that failed. The promise that broke. The—" She stopped, the generosity that was also boundary. "The family I'm not safe with yet. Maybe not ever. But not the villain. Just the mess. The same mess I am. The same messed up trying."