I Woke Up As The Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jayden asked. "No, the healing worked well, nothing is wrong with him physically." the doctor replied. "Then why isn't he waking up?" "His mind isn't okay. His heart has been broken. I suspect something happened that traumatized him so much that he doesn't want to wake up to face it." "So what can we do to wake him up?" Jayden asked. "you have to get his mate to bite him. Once she bites him that will give him the strength to wake up."

Well, during my father's reign, a lot of abductions happened. I had a nice cold bath. I finally had to put a mirror in my bathroom. I had to face myself and face my fears. But each time I looked into the mirror, all I saw was Echo. His dark cold eyes. His villainy portrayed through all nukes and crannies of my soul. Last night was darker than ever. The nightmare got me sleeping in the wrong side of my bed. Indeed, my life was a mess.

That’s when my eyes drifted toward him. He was fast asleep, looking way too peaceful. Ugh, I hated him. I really did. I wanted to dump a bucket of water on him or draw a mustache on his face with coal. Anything. But fine, today might be his day—tomorrow will be mine. That thought made me grin like an evil villain as I finally drifted off to sleep. Only to wake up to a disaster. A loud sound jolted me awake, and when I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn’t in the corner anymore. Nope. I was in bed. Next to him.

The Vipers are exactly meant to look like a Viper I didn't expect to be. He hissed before he speaks. "Jonathan Wilson" He knows my character even though I have never encountered him before even once. I raised my chin to gaze at him through the eyes of a serpent. The moment he reveals the shotgun above his claws - it earned my hand to take out the revolver. Before he pointed the gun - I showed mine before him. The Viper tugs the trigger but I slit his throat ere he yanked the trigger in no time. I woke up with blood on my face after huffing my tension from my dream. I'm back.

I ranted and his lips twitched in amusement as I finished my little rant. "You make it sound like I’m a villain.” He murmured, that infuriatingly smooth voice of his making the words sound almost playful. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, “You are a villain, Zade. Who else would kidnap someone back to their own city?” “A villain, huh?” He tilted his head, his gaze darkening just a fraction as he leaned in slightly, “If I’m a villain, what does that make you?” “Your victim.” I shot back without hesitation, lifting my chin defiantly.

Flashback ends. I have to get out of here. Aarav would be worried like hell. I can’t Stay here, before anyone know , I would escape, but when I was about to get up , my room's door get opened , bad luck. And a man of the age of 50 or 60 came inside, but I can tell one thing that he is not a good man, he is giving some creepy vibe “so finally you woke up princess" he said with a evil smile “so you are the villain of the story....singhaniya right?" I asked my suspicion and I was right.

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

I heard heavy footsteps pounding down the hall and then the door flew open. “You serious?” The other guy looked me over. “Yeah, she even got a keycard thinking she could really make it.” He said. “She had a wrench in hand and everything.” He stormed towards me, his eyes bulging with rage. “You wanna act like you’re tough now?” he barked. “Gold-digging, nose-in-the-air little brat. We’re out here risking everything for a damn payout and you think you’re in a movie?” “You’re an ass,” I snapped. “And yes I’m the main character here and you’re just the villain. The ugly, overweight side character who dies first.”

"So weak. So powerless. You couldn't even fight back. You let them fucking break you. You let them kill you, Carmen." The weight of all the scorn she had felt ever since waking up pressed down on her, but she couldn't stop. The more she tried to get herself in check to pity the lifeless body she was seeing now, the more the thoughts surged toward her. Hadn't the signs been there all along? The whispers of doubt, the moments that didn't add up? Of course, they had. They fucking had. But she ignored it. Saw it as nothing.

And that neglect had festered for years, rotting me from the inside. As I deepened my thoughts, my hands trembled violently. I reached for the glass on the table and smashed it against the edge, watching it shatter into glittering shards. My pulse thundered, and I pressed one jagged piece into my palm until blood welled, thick and crimson. The sting seared me alive, but the pain only sharpened my voice. “People call me the villain,” I hissed, staring at the blood dripping down my wrist, pooling on the floor. “But I am not the villain. I am the reckoning. I am the bitch fate never accounted for.”