If We Were Villains Novels & Stories

Your second question would be revealed with time as we go on various missions, conquering worlds together. The system put quite simply. "Missions?" She thought aloud, as her eyes beamed with curiosity. {Yes. You and I would carry out various missions in different worlds. The goal being to ultimately change the unfortunate endings of the second female leads also known as the Villanness of their respective worlds according to their death wishes.} "What if I don't want to?" She asked skillfully returning the sword back to its sheath strapped on her waist as she could perceive the system wasn't capable of harming her.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

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.

After аll, thеir bеhаvior is certаinly not whаt wе usuаlly think оf whеn wе hеаr thе word 'mаfiа. Mаfiаs аre typicаlly portrаyed аs сold, tоugh, аnd unсivilized. Whiсh thеy аre not. A fаint smilе аppeаrs on my fаce but fаdes quickly whеn I sense sоmеonе's skin tоuching minе. I turn my hеаd tо thе left аs Zаck cоmеs intо sight, sоftly rаising my hаnd.

I maneuvered at the last minute not to get into a collision. “Dad watch the road !” Lewis exclaimed with fear. “Dad is scared,” Liam said almost crying. “Am sorry boys” I said to them assuring them not to be afraid that they were safe. Get a hold of yourself… I screamed in my mind. I would rather not get my kids killed. Mia would never forgive me if that happened. My current situation with Mia had me questioning myself and why I made such decisions in the past. I needed companionship, I needed someone to talk to. But who cares I was the villain in Mia's life now. Everyone was against me. How Could a villain want or desire good things? Villains create the bad side of every story and not the

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

“Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.” Drugs? Was he talking about Michelle and Ashram and what they had been up to all this time? Well, those two were definitely the worse villains I had faced. How Michelle had gone from a corporate sniffer to being someone who had lost her morals and wanted to take over a specie was something I never saw coming.

“I'm not trying to justify my actions, but I won't allow you to paint this story as if he was the victim, when he clearly was not" “and you were?" “No, the only victims were Our children and Dared. Cole and I had always been the villians”

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe