I Started As A Novel Villain Romane & Geschichten

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.

I wanted to place a steadying hand on his arm, but I knew that everything I did – everything that we did, any and all of us – was being scrutinised. “Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.”

I lay down on my back and it didn’t take long to get sucked back in again. It started over again. Each memory. Starting in the basement of the O’Dell household. My first kill. And it went on and on, each death dragging me down, making me feel heavy. I wasn’t strong enough to hold back, not really. I didn’t ask for this magic, but that didn’t matter. While superheroes in movies managed their abilities to help people, I could barely hold myself back from being the villain.

However, this character was very difficult to cast. That was because not only was the character's appearance ugly, but the character was cunning and vicious, and at the same time, she also had a pitiful side. This character was once forcefully taken advantage of by a few men in the early stages of the story. After that, one of the men was sick, so she was also infected. She was originally a victim, but the victim chose to harm others. She wanted more innocent people to be harmed to make herself feel better.

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

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Soon that would be gone too. I thought about everything. About how I got here. About every mistake. Every lie. Every time I chose myself over her. Karen. That was the beginning. Sleeping with my secretary. Betraying the woman I loved. Destroying everything. Then Lila. Sophia. All the others. All the women from my past coming back to destroy my future. And now Ethan. The final nail in the coffin. The man who offered everything I couldn't. "New threats, new rivals......and I'm still the villain in her eyes" I thought.

I saw myself raising the gun to Remy’s head. I saw myself kicking Sayler. "Oh, Goddess," I choked out. The sound was a wet, broken sob. I fell forward, my hands hitting the cold stone. I looked at my hands again. The hands that had held a gun to my mate's temple. The hands that had kicked a four-year-old boy. I was a monster. I was the villain in this story. "What is wrong with him?" Veronica’s voice, sharp and demanding.

Her fingers fidgeted slightly, as if she was debating whether or not to ask, but then she exhaled and went for it. “That night in Chicago… what really happened?” The question hit harder than it should have. For a moment, the sounds of the café faded—the low hum of conversations, the occasional clatter of dishes. I tensed, just for a second. If she hadn’t been watching so closely, she probably wouldn’t have noticed. But she was watching. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the table. “I was attacked,” I said simply. “Robbed and left for dead.”

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.