Novel & Cerita I'm Not A Villain

I flicked it away, focusing on my bestie. "What is this thing that could hurt people?" “It’s just something…unethical.” “Unethical?” I gasped, wiping my forehead. “You? Worried about ethics?” “I know, I know. I may be a villain but…I have my limits too.” “You’re not a villain. You’re my best friend. Sure you’re a little crazy and you scare me sometimes but…if this is really bothering you then, I’m sure it’s…” I trailed off, panting softly.

It will always be her. I laugh bitterly, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, though I refuse to let them fall. Queens don’t cry. Villains don’t weep. And that’s what I am now, isn’t it? The villain of their story. The shadow behind their light. The nightmare in their perfect dream. So be it. I’ll wear the crown of thorns gladly. I’ll embrace the fire. Because at least then, I am not nothing. At least then, I still matter.

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.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

Sandy explained to him. "Why? Do you remember anything she did well to you till now? Point out at least one thing. I will accept your decision" Arya crossing his arms to demand answers from Sandy. "Can you point anything she did till now to harm me?" Sandy asked the same again to Arya. "She is just a jealous stepmom of mine. She doesn't deserve such a prestigious title for being a villain" Sandy chuckled to ease the situation but nothing helps where Arya still didn't get convinced of Sandy's explanation.

"Yоu dоn't bеlong tо this wоrld. Yоu're. innосent. Gеnuinе. Yоu dоn't hаve аn аngle оr а hiddеn motive. Thаt's rаre fоr mе." I аm tаken аbаck by his wоrds аnd cаn feel а wаrmth rising intо my chееks. I fiddle with my hаnds, unsurе оf whаt tо sаy. After а pаuse, I stееl mysеlf tо аsk thе question thаt hаs been niggling аt mе аll аlong. "Why dоn't yоu just leаve thе mаfiа? If it's sо dаngerous аnd full оf betrаyаl, why nоt wаlk аwаy?"

"If you come, then you will not come." “Thinking about it, again and again, I still feel sad for the female villain, now that I intentionally help the female villain, what should I do? And if I don't help the female villain, I feel something weird." “Never mind. Take care of yourself first.” Phedra Elizabeth denies responsibility for the character. The male lead holds her in his arms. "Let's go back."

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE FOURTEEN I was still checking myself in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was my mum again. she is never tired of an argument, she love to know everything going on. I don't blame her though that is how our family is. we carry each other burden. "Nor again mum" I yelled, Miller open the door and I was stunned to see Miller. I buried my face in my hand like a soldier that just lost a battle.

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

“But you can.” “I never wanted to harm anyone.” “You can,” I know. I know I could do those things. “The world sees you as a threat because you can, not because you want. The world sees what you are capable of not what you dreamt of. No one cares.” Harsh. That was very harsh but true. “You will never win, the peace you want will never happen. You are the villain of everyone’s story and whatever you will do will be perceived as dangerous. Wake up. You are not part of the dawn the wish for.” Those words weakened my body, but I have to hold onto what I believed.