If We Were Villains Novels & Stories

It would never be over. We just changed which side we were fighting for. And I was starting to realize—we might be the villains in someone else's story.

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

“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?!”

Jake pitched in. "It's a tie so whose side are you on Alexis?" Asher asked hopefully. "You're the tie breaker." I looked around me at the four guys and couldn't help but wonder how I had become such good friends with all of them and how I was able to tolerate their stupidity. "Staying true to myself," I began, "I've got to go with the villains, because honestly who are superheroes without villains to fight? That's right, just a bunch of weirdos in tight-arse clothes and underwear outside their pants," I stated matter-of-factly. "Batman wouldn't be Batman without The Joker and Superman wouldn't be Superman without Lex Luthor."

I said, a small smile forming. Julio's face became red as he began to shake his head so much that I swore his buzz cut started shaking. "I'm not a bad person," he said in protest. "You might not be a bad person, but there's a difference between being bad and being a villain," I said. "It's okay," I added after a while of watching him stutter over his words. "There's nothing wrong with being a villain sometimes. Damon taught me that there's always a version of you that everyone needs at some point. Maybe that's what they need—a villain," I said as I got up from my seat. "If that's all, then... I think we should get ready to meet them. How is tomorrow?" I asked, feeling optimistic about the ne

I wanted to place a steadying hand on his arm, but I knew that everything I did – everything that we did, any and all of us – was being scrutinised. “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.”

We would rise above the shadows, emerging as warriors in a battle for our lives and the lives of countless others who had fallen victim to the same web of corruption. As we prepared to embark on the next chapter of our journey, the room buzzed with a renewed sense of purpose. We knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, filled with unexpected twists and turns. But armed with the truth and bound by unwavering loyalty, we were ready to face whatever challenges lay in our path. The stage was set for the final act, where justice would prevail and the villains would meet their reckoning. It was a battle that would test our strength, resilience, and resolve. But together, we would rise, unite

Not with weapons drawn. But with rescue harnesses. We had written our first counter-chapter. The universe was watching. And for the first time, the villains were the ones who had stayed to fight the fire.

Nicholus let out a low threatening growl. Reaching me through our mindlink, Nicholus said, "Tell us what you had in your mind. Share your opinions. Let us know how you think the situation should be handled." I let his words sink inside me, shocked and giddy at the sudden change of events. But deciding to grab the opportunity, I straightened and chose my words carefully, "If it were up to me, then I'd handle the situation very delicately. We must keep in mind that even though they are the ones protesting people are NOT the villains. Villains are the ones who are manipulating and pulling their strings like puppets."