I Started As A Novel Villain Novels & Stories

He could also pass for being a pathetic villain too. Naturally, from the little I know, Jonas is far from Pathetic. But if he were the villain of our unpredictable story, why would he save my life? Not once or twice, I stopped counting at three. Or was there a fourth time? Since I was dirt poor to afford a television, I had relied upon comics books to give me the same thrill and I had never read about a villain who acted the same way Jonas was. He even killed someone affiliated with the Council for my sake.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

"Yоu dоn't bеlong tо this wоrld. Yоu're. innосent. Gеnuinе. Yоu dоn't hаve аn аngle оr а hiddеn motive. Thаt's rаre fоr mе." I аm tаken аbаck by his wоrds аnd cаn feel а wаrmth rising intо my chееks. I fiddle with my hаnds, unsurе оf whаt tо sаy. After а pаuse, I stееl mysеlf tо аsk thе question thаt hаs been niggling аt mе аll аlong. "Why dоn't yоu just leаve thе mаfiа? If it's sо dаngerous аnd full оf betrаyаl, why nоt wаlk аwаy?"

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

My unwilling expression indicated I had no interest in Quentin Bennett anymore. I hadn't expected that me being a third wheel would lead to me being forcibly kissed. "The young lady has such beautiful lips," the makeup artist couldn't help but praise me. I didn't dare to say anything and occasionally glanced at Briella Cortez, observing whether she held a grudge against me. If there was one person I wanted to avoid offending, it was Briella Cortez. In the original book, Briella Cortez was the craziest and most vicious character. She was the first one to "get" Quentin Bennett.

"I know it was for a just cause, but we could've talked things out with Dante first." The position I'd found the pig flashed through my mind, and my bloodied fists clenched at my sides. "I doubt he'd talked things out with her when he tried to rape her," I bit out. I wasn't a good man, nor did I pretend to be. I was the villain in my story, and I never tried to make myself look any less of it. But there were things I couldn't get past, things that crossed my lines of principles. Silence hung heavy in the air until Matteo broke it.

They still had a problem, a big problem that almost took the life of the male lead. It happened when Cassius Maximilian appeared, the real villain of the novel. He was a well written villain because apart from not having a sad past, he only became a villain because he was bored. I got up and went straight to the study table. I sat down and took a blank piece of paper, then took out the ink and pen. I observed the writing and practiced the movements of how to write. I'm not good at it, can't the ballpen be reincarnated here?

I spat. I heard her footsteps retreat, fading into the distance. Who knows? She might be on her way to Kendell to report me or to have him treat me like a maid. Well, I don’t care. You see why I say villains aren’t born but made? But I... I had been forged in fire. First, it was losing my parents. Then my sister. Then my first mate. Then my best friend. Then my second mate—whom I rejected, only to realize that I wanted no one else to have him.