I Started As A Novel Villain Novels & Stories

I smirked and walked away with Mona’s body in tow. I could hear him scream as he tried to break free from the slithering flames. As there is a villain, so will there be a fraudulent hero that will tell tales of how horrific this day was. I was created as a villain – built from hatred, rage, and pain. I will make them feel the loss, the emotions that we went through. “I will not let you live!”, Evan came running, dagger in hand and burns on his skin. I dodged to the side, letting Mona down as I look at the blue-eyed knight. “You broke free.” I snickered.

“Do you know what the worst part is, Lila? I didn’t start out hating them. I just wanted justice. I wanted someone to pay for what happened to Isaac, for what they did to my family. But every time I got close to the truth, they shut me down. They silenced me. They made me a fugitive. And at some point, I realized… if they wanted me to be the villain, fine. I’d be the villain. I’d be the monster they fear, because monsters can tear down their towers, Lila. Monsters don’t play by the rules.”

Where else would be a perfect place to begin to exert my revenge if not from the place that the most gruesome betrayal happened. Dahlia Maureen Astor; My perfect muse. The first time that I set my eyes on her, I knew at that very moment that she was going to be a very crucial tool. She was a broken little girl who tried desperately to hide that part of herself away from the world. But I saw her, I saw everything that she tried to hide. I knew her better than she knew herself. Broken needed mending, wounded needed healing, caged needed freedom, and hate needed love.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

That man in the library wasn’t just trouble, he was a door, a path leading straight to His Majesty… and maybe to my own safety in this cold, haunted palace. Right there, I made a promise to myself that I would never let anyone use me as a pawn again. From now on, I would be the one moving the pieces. I didn’t need to be a white wolf, I didn’t need a wolf at all. I was going to be an omega who survived. And I wouldn’t just survive, I would play to win. I would become the villain they feared… and I would come out on top.

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

“I damaged myself badly, but I didn't realize it at the moment. All my life experiences should have taught me a lot of things, but all I got out of it was a single, definitive truth. That I am, in the end, a being capable of evil. I never set out to intentionally hurt someone, but when the situation called for it, I could become totally self-centered, even cruel. I was the type of person who could impose a never-healing wound on someone I cared for by creating a convincing excuse.”

If she's not killed in this story, perhaps she can join forces with the villain to get rid of the main character. [Dude, come on. Where are your morals? The side character and the villain are evil people!] [Besides that, the story's focus is on the greatness of the hero! Don't compare the villain to the hero.] I disregarded the comments and quickly looked at my phone, going through who I thought could fit the description of the villain. I did not have many contacts. In a short while, I managed to shortlist two candidates. One was a blind date that my aunt had set me up with, and the man's name was Jason Lou. The other was Quince Chant, my colleague in the second ward as well as my college ma

I twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.