I Woke Up As The Villain Novels & Stories

Somehow, I fell asleep. When I woke up, the sun was up. Quince was by the side of the bed. He smiled tenderly at me when I woke up. "Everything's fine. The killer has been arrested by the cops. How are you feeling? The effects of the hallucinogen should've passed now." I was stunned. Did it end just like that? What about Quince being the villain? Hold on. No. Those comments were just my hallucinations. It was the consequence of reading too many trashy novels.

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

] [Sure, the male lead is a prince, but the villainess is no Cinderella. Right. It was all a dream, and it was time to wake up. I let go of his shirt and forced out a smile. "Thank you for saving me back then. I hope you'll be happy." Victor winked at me, his smile beautiful. "As long as you're by my side, I'll be happy." "Victor, are you hiding something from me?" Victor's body gave a small tremor, and he lowered his eyes. "No." He worked to force a smile. "How could I ever bear to lie to you? I'll have someone draw you a bath."

Vivian was the history; I was just the distraction. The devastation wasn't a sudden explosion. It was a slow, creeping rot. It dismantled the fragile architecture of the "protector" narrative I had been building in my mind. I had been terrified of his enemies, terrified of the mysterious forces trying to tear us apart, but I hadn't prepared for the simplest, oldest villain of all: the fact that he was a man who played games with hearts just as easily as he played with fortunes.

Then felt my eyes sting as I let out a soft laugh. I looked into his deep, steady eyes and saw myself reflected there, clear and unwavering. “Edwin, I love you too.” In my mind, the final golden comment drifted slowly across: [Congratulations on rewriting your ending. The villainess has risen. The devoted lover wins his girl. Wishing Yuna and Edwin a lifetime of happiness together.]

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

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.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

But I was too busy with the Sudoku I was playing that I forgot to shut the door. Valtor: Finally, we meet. It's time for you to submit to me, pet. Your time to live freely is up. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I heard the lamest villain speech in my life. I turned around and found myself surrounded by almost a hundred vampires. Valtor was standing behind them all. I smirked because I knew he was afraid of the monster everyone feared. Moon: Seriously. You could not come up with something more exciting. Dude, that's the lamest villain dialogue I have ever heard. Believe me, you are not cool.