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一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. 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.

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.

BRAD The city looked different on snowy nights. There were no stars in the sky just snow falling endlessly. I leaned closer to the glass, my hands in my pockets, my reflection staring back at me: sharp, calm. But right now I was far from calm. I was calculating. People always say every villain has an origin story. Maybe that's true, but I've never really considered myself a villain. No I actually see myself as the hero of this story. Most villains do what they do out of spite and anger, but not me. I do what I do because it's a necessary evil.

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

I know the brutal treatment of Killian cloaked him in guilt, in our more serious. He also feared killing the same kind of people who murdered Killian, the other villains and gangsters wouldn’t help heal the injustice. That he would get too ferociously violent and hurt someone innocent, lose sight of the task. That it would all be for nothing and like daisies new thugs would swiftly rise to replace the ones they deposed. That the Shadowlands was an incurable cancer of violence. “I love you Ivan, this is what your Fate has been guiding you towards. Don’t be ashamed of what you’ve been through.”

But both come with a price to be paid. I made a vow to never use my healing for pain, and on a mate, no less. But the blood running through my veins seems angry in a way I’ve never felt it. Maybe it’s from constantly being told who I am and what I have to do. Maybe it’s from being constantly attacked and locked away like a thing to possess. Is this how all villains feel when they get their start? Is that what I am now? A villain…

"Watch me restore not only your love life, but also your castle, you dimwitted leech!" "Alright, alright." Leurel nods. "I'll be counting on you." Today, I learned a lesson being in Riftan's captive. Every villain has a story, and it is up to you if you can contribute to his change, or break him even further until he descends into madness. I used to overlook the angles of perspectives. I used to believe in what other people convinced me to. I used to be a villain too. But maybe, I can become both the people and the villains' hero.

Alexa replied as she smoothed the black dress which had some orange feathers at the nape. "Ahhh, you can't play the villain, Alexa. You are just breaking in to the industry and you want to play such a hated character, you would just get criticism and hate," Mary was really worried. In her opinion, the villainess was really the most hateful character in the series. "Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,”

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

Alessandro’s dealth. Amara’s suffering. And I would walk away untouched. Because the best villains never dirty their hands. They just make sure everyone else does.