Novel & Cerita I Woke Up As The Villain

“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.” Another person stepped forward. Warrior Wolf Peotne, a woman with multiple long braids starting at her scalp and a swagger to her stride. “Is that villain Haile?” she asked, her dark eyes like daggers as they pierced into me. “False narrative, lies, betrayal… I thought Alpha Ares was dead. Or do my own eyes deceive me?” I bit my lip and stayed quiet. I had dug this hole for myself, and I knew that shouting

And they stop when they see me. Their eyes rake over me from head to toe, and one of them smirks. “Well, well,” he drawls. “What’s a little bunny doing in here?” The other one grins. “Lost, sweetheart?” My stomach drops. Because I know who they are. They’re not just boys. They’re the boys. The villains. The antagonists. The cruel, hot-as-sin elites of the Elite Boys Hostel. Oh gods. Oh gods oh gods oh gods.

I walked toward her, my reflection in the glass floor making it look like I was walking on water. ​"You didn't graduate me," I said, leaning down until we were eye-to-eye. "You underestimated me. You thought I would be a victim forever, but Malakai didn't just take me—he woke me up. And now that I’m awake, I realized that the only thing more dangerous than a man with a gun is a woman who has nothing left to lose."

At the end she decided to betray me. *** The bed sheet was snatched from my body making me shudder. " Wake up , wake up Zoey ", She screamed way to loud for my liking. My eyes took so long to open and notice it was already morning. I didn't even remember falling asleep. With no word said ,I sat up on the bed . I was feeling dizzy and my stomach pain was lingering.

I fell on my bed and muttered words. “Lucas I'm coming for you…” I slowly muttered it. “Your mother won't stop me, neither will your father stop me. I will take what you stole from me and I will gain the whole thing that you took from me….” I felt like I was the villain in the game. I felt so many reasons why I should do this. My head was banging already. “I need to stop talking and get to bed. My head is fucking messed up.” Though I felt like sleeping immediately, I still had issues sleeping. Every second I got was to think of the offer that was given to me.

“And maybe you don’t either.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He walked out. The door slammed behind him, and I stood there, shaking, wearing a shirt that didn’t belong to me, in a room that didn’t feel like mine. And for the first time since I arrived at this cursed resort, I didn’t know who the villain was. Me. Him. Liam. Or maybe all of us. *****

This was a man I could truly love, if fate would grant us a chance. Suddenly the world distorted. It twisted and jerked away from me. I fell through an endless void until my body hit something solid. With a jolt I woke up, panting, grasping my bedsheets. Valefar sat at the foot of my bed with scraps of glittery cloth in his lap. “Rise and shine, sleepy head. Today’s the day we look at who will fuck you first,” Valefar sang. All the colour in my face must have drained away. I stared at the outfit he held. “That’s not going to cover much of me,” I muttered.

🖱️Victor🖱️ I know he doesn’t trust me. Not the way you trust someone with your back turned and your eyes closed. He watches me sometimes like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like he expects me to wake up one day and remember I’m supposed to be the villain in his story. But that doesn’t matter right now. Because today was the most fun I have ever had in my entire life. And that’s not something I say lightly.

“Everything we did is as a reaction to the evils you and your minions have perpetuated in past decades.” “How interesting,” he said. “You must think you know something.” He scoffed. “You all must think I am the big bad villain in this story, but I promise you I'm not.” His eyes turned dark, and he held me even tighter. “If anything, you are.” “You, your brother, and our sick father are the real villains in this story,” he seethed. “I wasn't the one who impregnated an unsuspecting witch and tried to kill her in a bid to cover up his infidelity.”

"You killed them! You killed Jaxson! You took everything!" "Are you sure?" The question was so quiet, so steady, that it stopped the air in my lungs. "What?" I breathed, my grip loosening. He leaned even closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath a cold draft against my skin. "Are you so sure that I’m the villain you’re looking for, Val?" I snorted, trying to reclaim my anger. "You're the devil I want to crush into the dirt. There is no one else."