I Quit Being The Villain Novels & Stories

Then finally, he muttered, “And people say I’m the villain.” Valerie walked away and called out over her shoulder, “You are. I’m just the woman who fell for one.”

I detested him and each time, I tried my best to be better than him. After getting that call from my private investigator, I realized I’d been very foolish. My so-called brother who doesn’t even have an entitlement in the company was busy exerting revenge in my father’s stead. While I on the other hand was getting friendly with the enemies and being stupid. It irked me so badly that I vowed to do something about it. I've always heard that situations and happenings change people into villains, never did I imagine that I'd be part of those people.

“Don’t do this.” “You already did.” I walked toward the door. Hero 1 walks away. My hand shook as I grabbed the handle. Behind me, his voice cracked for the first time. “If you leave like this, don’t rewrite the story,” he said. “Don’t make me the villain to make it easier.” I paused. Because part of me wanted to. It would hurt less. I turned slowly. “Then tell me the truth,” I said. “Did you choose them over me?”

- I said wryly. I slowly lowered myself onto my back, leaning my butt against Felipe's side, and gathered up the two books on the floor. As I picked them up, I returned to the position I had been in a few minutes before, her gaze changed to discomfort and before she could pick them up, I purposely dropped them on her foot, drawing laughter from my friends. - You don't know who you're messing with, girl. You want me to be the villain? Fine, I will, just don't ask me to stop, because I really won't." I whispered in her ear and walked into the living room without even picking up mine.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

I took a few steps forward, "Believe me, this life hurts hell a lot more." And I am so tired of getting hurt. I am so tired of battling with this life and losing...of searching for something I'll never find. I am tired of trying. Of everything. I speak to the old me, the one I barely remember, the victim; and to the man I've became today, the villain of my own story. And I realize, every villain must die. I finally give up on the fight warring my mind. I don't want to fight anymore,

“And if you win?” ‎ ‎“You leave me alone. For good. No more games, no more calling me out. I get the bike back, and I walk away a free man.” ‎ ‎Viper chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you? Huh?” ‎ ‎“I’m not quitting, my mama didn't raise a quitter,” I said quietly. “I am going to take back what’s mine.” ‎ ‎The silence stretched between us, thick as smoke. I could see him weighing the options, the thrill of the challenge against the risk of losing his face.

"And what you do know?" Alessia looked at her. "Could hurt you." Amara folded her arms. "Everything you've kept from me has already hurt me." That landed. Alessia didn't argue. She walked to the window instead. For several seconds, neither woman spoke. Then Alessia said quietly, "Your father didn't kill himself." Amara stopped breathing. "What?" Alessia turned. "I said I don't believe Daniel killed himself." "You told me—" "I told you what the official report said."

He put his arm around her waist, and she leaned into him, looking back at me with a look of pure, triumphant evil. "Ready to go, Sean?" Ginger asked sweetly. "Yeah," Sean said, not even glancing back. "Let's get out of here. The air is getting toxic." I stood there, frozen, as the boy I loved walked away with the girl who was destroying my life. My friends followed them, leaving me standing alone by the fire. I felt the heat on my face, but inside, I was turning to ice. I wasn't the Golden Girl anymore. I was the villain of my own story. And the worst part? No one believed the truth.

"Growth isn't asking for a second chance." "It's becoming someone worthy of one." Warm applause spread through the room. Evelyn lowered her eyes for a moment. Those words felt sincere. Not because he was speaking to her. Because he finally believed them himself. After the workshop ended, students surrounded both of them for photographs and questions. A young woman approached Evelyn shyly. "Ms. Carter..." "Thank you." Evelyn smiled. "For what?" "I resigned from a company six months ago." "I thought leaving meant I had failed."