If We Were Villains Characters Novels & Stories

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

There were bruises all over her face and her body. "I said what is going on here?" Ryder asked using his alpha command. The girls couldn't stand it and they immediately went on their knees with their neck bent in submission. "she insulted us so we decided to fight with her to show her that a prisoner can't insult us and go scot free." Vero answered while trembling. "So you call four people ganging up against one person fighting?" Ryder asked them. They kept quiet and difficult say anything. "I don't have time for this. What are your names?" he asked them.

"Hey, System, are you sure she's the villain?" "Well… sort of. In a romance novel, the third wheel who keeps getting in the way of the main couple's happily-ever-after is basically a villain, right?" The System's lack of confidence brought a faint, wry smile to my lips. "Failing the last world was my own shortcoming. I never blamed you."

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

Madison asked, this time her face was fierce and the aura she was carrying was freaking cold, even James couldn't help but shive me in fear. "Y-Yes" James mumbled, even he knew the consequences of getting her angry. They hitted right from elementary school, they were known as the school's bad gang from breaking rules to breaking someones arm, it was fun for the trio, but one thing was that they came from a wealthy background, but they never used it to oppose people. "So, what are you going to do now?" James asked shivering silently, his hands still trembled slightly.

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.

That there was no longer any way I could deny it. ...I was living inside the last werewolf novel I’d read... but I wasn’t the protagonist of this story. I was the villainess.

But Camilla, she killed and tormented for her amusement. She did terrible things just because she found it entertaining. That is what is scary: a villain with a clear motive can be somewhat changed. But someone who kills merely for fun isn’t someone who can be trusted. I have heard from my parents about how the people who were considered villains actually thought they were helping the world. Yes, they caused a lot of harm but in their opinions, they really thought they were changing the world. Others believed that you need to burn the world down first so you can build it up.

I’ve parked my car far enough away, so that no one will find it and if they do they won’t be able to find the hiding spot right away. Right now, a group of rogues are taking us to their leader. Crieg, the bad guy in everyone’s story, just like me. I never wanted to think myself as the villain, but everyone loves to paint as one, so why not wear the colors that everyone has painted me as. They want me to be a villain, I’ll be a vilian.