I Started As A Novel Villain Novels & Stories

As if I hadn’t seen right through his weak attempt at playing me. It was almost insulting how little they thought of me. If they were going to paint me as the villain in their story, the least they could do was acknowledge just how dangerous I could be. I wasn’t a monster. Not really. But a villain? Well, maybe. I mean, we’re all villains in someone’s story, aren’t we? The way I saw it, I was just trying to survive. This world didn’t reward the weak. It was survival of the fittest, and I was born to win. I had to win.

New life, new environment, new people, new me. In this country where virginity is a big deal that defines woman’s decency and worth, I would asked, where do we belong? I became heartless and numb after that. This is the reason why I hate all the man out there. They are just the same and they are a F*CKING ASSHOLE!

And somewhere in the vast Empire, the first pieces of fate were already moving. But this time... Evelina would be the one moving them. She had died once. She would not die twice. The villainess had returned. And she was ready to rewrite her ending.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

The author wrote the novel for the villain and the protagonists to fight each other. In terms of IQ, the villain wins. In terms of strength, the villain wins—even though he was disabled. In terms of being a schemer, the villain also wins. In terms of being cruel and merciless? It's the villain who wins. Besides that, the villain is also the head of the clan, one of the most feared by the others to the point that if they heard his name, they would subconsciously shiver. Even though they know that the villain was disabled, they didn't easily laugh or mock him for being so because those who laugh at him and mock him for his disability met a cruel end.

And in real life, villains won. Fate had played a cruel game by sending Damon into my life. And I was now more afraid than ever. Because even if we had a story together, I was married to the villain of our story. ***

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.

I was exhausted after a whole day of using my creativity in more intense way that I had ever used while writing my novel, but I felt happy. I discovered that working for TK gave me something that I had never felt before, the feeling of being needed. I wasn't sure that any of my ideas would actually work in real life, but I chose to listen to Nicolas and his experience in that field. Still, I didn't know how should I feel about committing a crime… Should I call myself a villainess from now on?

I will! The guards rushed in and pinned him down. They escorted me out immediately. … After my father was discharged, I took over as head of the family business. At last, I had a path toward a better, brighter future where I would no longer be the villainess. —The End

The main story began in Year 327. Which meant—"I'm fifteen years before the plot starts." Which meant every tragedy, every betrayal, every death hadn't happened yet. The story hadn't begun. His heartbeat thundered. Everything was still ahead. The future remained unwritten. He still had time—time to stop every tragedy, time to change Cassian's future... or time to make everything even worse. He remembered the ending. The villain whose fate had angered him enough to die. Cassian Nyx. The Demon Lord. The man Adrian had always wanted to save.