If We Were Villains Novels & Stories

The night was long, and the danger was far from over. But together… we were ready. We would survive. We would fight. And we would make sure that when the villain came for me, he would find not a frightened woman, but a family prepared to crush him.

"Why does everyone always bully me? They are all so evil!" The amber glow of the streetlights spills across Luna's heavily flushed, tear-stained face, making her look incredibly fragile and profoundly wronged. Iris sighs, crouching down beside her. "Don't worry. People like that will eventually get what is coming to them." "No, they won't," Luna whispers, violently shaking her head. "The bad guys only ever get to live better lives." Iris doesn't respond. The truth is that Luna is absolutely right. In their twisted, elite world, the villains—the ones who possess zero regard for anyone else's suffering—almost always win.

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.

"Who?" I didn’t answer. Because the next name… Was someone I’d once bled beside. And if he turned on us, I wasn’t sure I could stay calm. But I’d fake it. I always did. And somewhere in the back of my mind, Roman’s last words echoed like a gunshot: “She won’t survive if she’s not feared. Make sure they fear her. Even if it means becoming the villain in her story.” I never wanted to be the villain. Not to her.

very painful. Throughout my life, I realized that I was the villain in a story. But for the first time in my life, I felt guilty for all my wrongdoings. “Please,” Cassandra continued, wiping her tears. “I might not be kind to you again after what happened today.” Like most villains, I chose to say that evil sentence instead of the words that had been on the tip of my tongue. “That’s okay. I accept it. I just want to make sure my mom is okay.”

(Ariel's POV) But something clicked in my thoughts, Vincent was a werewolf. How would I move past that? I couldn't possibly be an ally with an enemy now, could I? I shook my head, kept my face as stoic as I could, "Vincent, Friends are loyal, friends are honest, friends have each other's back, and friends trust each other." I sighed, the next words tasted like lead on my tongue, If I was being honest with myself. Vincent was not a bad guy but I could not trust someone from the loins of my enemies. I just could not.

We became targets of those who desired to harness our power for their own nefarious purposes. One evening, as we walked through the bustling streets of Montrose, a shadowy figure emerged from the depths of an alleyway, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You may think you hold the key to your fate," he sneered, "but you are merely pawns in a grander scheme." Before we could react, his henchmen surrounded us, their intentions clear. We fought back, driven by a determination to protect the love and truth we had discovered. It was a battle that raged through the night, our hearts pounding with adrenaline and our bodies pushed to their limits.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

I explained. Archer smiled slightly. He touched both my shoulders. His face lowered to my level. "We are the rogues. We have no pack, and they call us the villains." As soon as those words entered my ears, I felt the temperature of the air around us drop drastically, and Archer stepped back slightly. He chuckled awkwardly and scratched his neck. "Sorry if it's frightened you." The awkwardness slowly disappeared as if it had never existed between us. "No," I smiled. I didn't want him to see my suspicion.

And I'm afraid, that in this cruel game, you can only save one life. Be the victim or the one pulling the trigger. You choose your own fate. We're not living. We're just constantly running away from death. And the clock is already ticking. What's it gonna be? The cattle or the meat? Your life is on the line, player. Tick, tock... Tick, tock... Tick, tock... As they all say, villains aren't born, they are made. And we all have that someone who drove us to the edge. The last piece has been found. But the worst is yet to come. We've only just began.