Romans & histoires I Only Treat Villains

This is a prison with sunsets. But still, his words echoed inside my chest… and it hurt. Just a little. They say villains aren’t born—they’re made. And tonight, as the sky dimmed and the stars blinked into existence, I realized something I had spent years avoiding: I made him. I made the villain. Noel wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always… unhinged. Possessive. Dangerous. He used to laugh with his whole chest. He used to love without fear, without asking for anything in return but my time. My honesty.

Gallian's eyes widen, " I hate when people force me to do. Do it properly. Show me how much you love me that you are acting crazy!" Oryx grins, patting his back. " I like straightforward and green frag characters more than Villains because Villains choose the wrong path... I like to see heroes saving people rather than Villains killing people for their lovers!" " Why? The world betrays the Villain. That's why they go against everyone!"

I maneuvered at the last minute not to get into a collision. “Dad watch the road !” Lewis exclaimed with fear. “Dad is scared,” Liam said almost crying. “Am sorry boys” I said to them assuring them not to be afraid that they were safe. Get a hold of yourself… I screamed in my mind. I would rather not get my kids killed. Mia would never forgive me if that happened. My current situation with Mia had me questioning myself and why I made such decisions in the past. I needed companionship, I needed someone to talk to. But who cares I was the villain in Mia's life now. Everyone was against me. How Could a villain want or desire good things? Villains create the bad side of every story and not the

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Nicholus let out a low threatening growl. Reaching me through our mindlink, Nicholus said, "Tell us what you had in your mind. Share your opinions. Let us know how you think the situation should be handled." I let his words sink inside me, shocked and giddy at the sudden change of events. But deciding to grab the opportunity, I straightened and chose my words carefully, "If it were up to me, then I'd handle the situation very delicately. We must keep in mind that even though they are the ones protesting people are NOT the villains. Villains are the ones who are manipulating and pulling their strings like puppets."

"It’s important to be with someone who sees you for who you are, not just who they want you to be." She glances at me again. “What about you Zack? What kind of woman do you see yourself with?” I chuckle nervously. How can I indirectly describe her to her? “Well,” I clear my throat before I speak. "Honestly, I’ve never really thought about it before. My life’s been…complicated, and relationships were never something I focused on." I forced myself to say this. However, it’s half true. I really never focused on such things because I was too busy murdering my enemies and rivals. That’s why I also never experienced a peaceful life. Every day, I shed blood and break bones. I have done the deadlies

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.