If We Were Villains Characters 소설 & 이야기

“Such a man does not exist.” I could say this with confidence because the villains in these kinds of novels did not have mates except their mates were evil people also trying to wreak havoc on the pack. I could say this with conviction because I knew this world and I knew that there was no one for me. I had been designed to obsess over Xander until my death. “But…” he started to argue but I placed a finger across his lips. “Let’s trust ourselves,” I said. “Let’s trust that what we have is stronger than any mate bond that may or may not be forced on us.”

There was nothing to oppose Kevin's thoughts. However, Trevor stunned everyone when he spoke. "Every story should have a hero, heroine and..." He paused as a smirk enveloped his lips. The girls gulped, staring at him. After a moment of pause, he continued with his deep voice, "And a villain, professor. Heroes have limits, villains have power. But always remember— Villains are not born, they are made."

And I wouldn’t risk it. To what extend could we fix broken things? Sometimes, it was better to give up on them and move on. I allowed her to go because she wasn’t part of the world I invaded of my own free will. She was like a lamb in the middle of a horde of wolves. I didn’t why we used wolves as description for villains; I did it unconsciously. Wolves were the noblest animals with furs; they knew the meaning of family and tribe. You would never find a wolf outside of its group. They did everything together. The world I belonged in had unique villains that made their goals reason with the truth, they had all reasons you could agree with them if you didn’t know better.

People going about their days, unaware that mine was imploding again. "What if he's right?" I whispered. "What if I am the villain?" "Then we're both villains." Damien's arms tightened around me. "Because I'm about to burn Victor Kane's empire to the ground."

Alessandro’s dealth. Amara’s suffering. And I would walk away untouched. Because the best villains never dirty their hands. They just make sure everyone else does.

I looked down at my cup to avoid his gaze. Hearing him rambling like this with a heart-broken voice, I can’t help but get mad at the author. Some writers are quite unfair. They decide on their character’s life, what they’re supposed to do, who they’re supposed to be, and how their life will end in the book. Some would never give justifications on the happenings as long as the main characters meet a happy ending. How about the people like Victoria and Ben? They are just side characters who are tossed around for the sake of backstories and plot spices. They are deemed insignificant in the book but being in this world... they all seem real, they are alive, they are humans like me and they have

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“And we’re yours,” Zia said proudly, linking her arm with mine like we were about to skip into battle. “So if we have to cause a little arson to protect your dignity, then baby—hand me the lighter.” My wolf purred like a demon cat inside me. (I like them. I want to howl with them. We should form a girl gang. We’ll call ourselves The Biters.) “I can’t believe this is real,” I groaned. “One second I’m sparring like a respectable Omega, the next second I’m apparently auditioning to be Lucian’s Luna by dry-humping him in front of toddlers. And now I’m a villain? For winning?!”