Romans & histoires If We Were Villains Characters

"Why was I not asked the same? When I woke up, I was already tasked to be the 'villain'." "Well... maybe that's because the villain's role is hard to play. The system personally hand-picked several people to play it. They consider the person's attitude and decision-making skills before giving them a resolute role to play inside. You, are a villain through and through." 'Now that's quite confusing. I never once labeled myself a 'bad girl'. "Why did you pick to be the villain's lackey? No matter how I looked at it, you had the golden thumb offered to you but you chose to make it harder for yourself."

A moment where justice finally caught up to evil. Even if the people delivering that justice had become evil themselves. I looked at Adrien. At the man I loved. And I realized we were already lost. Already too far gone to find our way back. Every act of survival had dragged us deeper into the darkness. And somewhere along the way, we'd stopped being the heroes. We'd become the villains. Just different ones than Morgan. But villains all the same.

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.

Zhi Ruo rambled on with no signs of stopping. "Consort Feiyan, is literally the reason he could even become emperor, now he is being one sided because some new ass's father could help him expand his territory. Tch, he is worse than scum." {Novels are written this way because readers like a cold, strong, motionless main character with goals only to be at the top turning a blind eye to what's really happening around them. Such stories sell well that brings about the creation of abused cannon fodders to make the plot more dramatic. Host would be able to deal with these kinds of trashy main characters once she starts her mission, and this esteemed being is ready to back her up all the way.} The

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.

These little pumpkins are yet to be five, and they are already switching sides and acting as if they are ten years old. “Baby, a villain is usually the bad person from another person's point of view. But sometimes, they were wronged before they became the villain.” “But you aren't a bad person. Is Aunt Penny making you a villain?” Zoe continued. Penny's went wide and round, and she shook her head frantically when she realized where this was leading to. My lips stretched into a wicked grin and I wiggled my eyebrows. “Yes, that's what Aunt Penny is doing. And it hurts me so much that you are both joining hands to make me feel that way too.” I sniffed, wiping the fake tears that were rapidly ro

She must be very out of her mind to think all of that is legit. "You think you have power over humans? Those people are scary and will do anything to get rid of people like us, yet you want to rule over them? How stupid must you be? Let me hear your story. Why do you hate my father so much?" Every villain has a story to tell. It’s either insecurity, stupidity, or just plain evil that is pushing them to do all of this. Either way, as boring as it may sound, I need time to plan my escape, so I will take the opportunity to listen to whatever they have to say.

I asked her and she thought about it. “Brother Justice was really nice when we were growing up, but he was bullied at a young age” she then paused. “The older guys always bugged him, they had wolves and he didn’t so he couldn’t defend himself. He buried everything inside himself and one day he exploded” she said and then paused. “I don’t think villains are born, I think they are made and no matter what they are both my brothers” she added. I looked at her, her aura is so pure and reminds me of someone I have met before.

As she accused him with a finger waving at him as she glared at him hotly. “I’ll do whatever it takes. If it means repairing or burning bridges, I’m prepared to do it. Hell, what’s that saying going around on social media? ‘I’m not a hero. I’m the villain. The hero sacrifices himself for you. While I, as the villain. Will burn the world for you.” He resembled someone reciting a passage from a Shakespearean play as he spoke. So, he saw himself for what? A villain. Although Rebecca found satisfaction in that thought, it was irrelevant to the confrontation.