I Quit Being The Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said and left. I sat down on the couch and begin to question my character. Have I become cruel to people? Have I become the bad guy now? Well, I guess I am the villain now. It's up to me to decide if I will continue being this way. If I continue to be nice to people then they will think I am weak and will take me for granted.

The fucking bastard. Of course he did. Of course he had to ruin it. Again. He ripped her away. Just like before. Always taking what wasn’t his to take. Always stealing the one thing that ever mattered to me. But not anymore. Not anymore. I’m done playing the good guy. The patient one. The background character in my own fucking story. No more watching from the sidelines. No more pretending. I’m ready to go full villain mode. If that’s what it takes, so be it.

"The door should close. Should be blocked. I should be—" "Should be what?" She moved toward him, through the crowd, the witness he'd wanted and couldn't survive. "Should be gone? Should be forgotten? Should be the villain in the story I tell about becoming?" "Yes." He said it flat, certain, the role he could play, the architecture he understood. "The villain. The destroyer. The one who built you and couldn't survive your freedom. That's—" He stopped, found the honesty beneath the performance. "That's who I am. Who I was. Who I might always be, no matter how I try."

“And you got to make Chad look like a villain to the public.” Alright, I really really shouldn’t have said she wasn’t smart. I might have exaggerated the story of what happened that night in the parking lot a little bit when Shush-Talkz reached out again that night, but did it really matter? “So are you saying I’m the villain?” What mattered was that this lowlife standing in front of me was throwing accurate accusations around and calling me a villain. “You’re calling me the big bad guy, right?” I stood up from where I sat and briskly walked over to where her 5’2 frame stood.

I shudder at my own thoughts, how did I become such a villain? “Its not villainy if you’re saving people.” I remind myself and continue wearing my plastic smile.

“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.”

she muttered she slowly uncrossed her legs, got up from the chair where she was seated and walked up to me, she sat beside me at the edge of the bed. “I went through a lot with my family members, I understand that villains are not born their made, but whatever situation made a villain it’s because the they wanted it too, so that’s not your problem,” she said trying to make me feel better. I sniffled deeply and shook my head slowly. “But I’m sitting on what rightfully belongs to him,” “Shall I just give it up to him and end all of these once and for all? It’s the only solution I can see right now!” I said to her, she shook her head almost immediately and took my hands in hers.

I snatched the case from Veronica and moved toward the stairs. “When I come back out, I want you gone, Mom. I don’t want to ever see you again.” I turned and walked. I was done being the docile guy. If everyone wanted a villain, I would give them a Villain.

“I know that already…” “No, I don’t think you do,” I said, cutting him off before I lost my nerve. “Because you’re the Alpha’s son. Everyone loves you, Kade. Even if this whole thing blew up in the worst way possible, people would still find a way to forgive you. They’d say you were young, or confused, or that you got caught up in something. But me?” I laughed, bitter and small. “I’m nobody. I’m just the fat girl nobody wanted around in the first place. If this comes out… if anyone finds out there was never anything real between us… I’m the one who gets torn apart. I’m the villain in this story. Not you. Never you.”

very painful. Throughout my life, I realized that I was the villain in a story. But for the first time in my life, I felt guilty for all my wrongdoings. “Please,” Cassandra continued, wiping her tears. “I might not be kind to you again after what happened today.” Like most villains, I chose to say that evil sentence instead of the words that had been on the tip of my tongue. “That’s okay. I accept it. I just want to make sure my mom is okay.”