If We Were Villains Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Daniel looked toward her monitor. The connection was still alive, though unstable. "You knew about those places." Evelyn didn't deny it. "Yes." Daniel's jaw tightened. "You monitored children." Silence. The older woman looked exhausted. Like she had spent years carrying the weight of that guilt. "We believed we were saving humanity." Victor laughed once. A bitter laugh. "Funny how villains always say that." Nobody disagreed. Evelyn lowered her eyes. "Maybe we became the villains." The station shook again.

“In another world, villains live long. But in this world of mine…. Villains will gnash their teeth to survive. They’ll desire everything a hero has but will get none. Villains will rot on earth, in Madrid, and in hell in the afterlife. No matter what life does to you… you have no right to be evil. You can defend yourself, but being evil, killing the innocent and stealing from people should be the last thing you ever think of doing. It is better to die for the world’s freedom so generations can call you a legend… than to end everyone and suffer in the afterlife…. His words echoed in little Aurora’s mind. **** Marisol smiled, dancing beside Sasha as the music grew wilder. Vincenzo’s wristwatch

"Because I finally understand. We were never the heroes. We were the villains. The people who enabled this. Who created the conditions for monsters to thrive. And now we pay the price." "Touching." Hope lowered her hand. "But not quite accurate. You're not villains. You're warnings. Examples of what happens when humans try to play god without understanding the consequences. And now everyone gets to learn from your mistakes." She pressed a button. Screens activated throughout the room. Showing cameras. Showing audiences. Millions of them. Billions maybe. Worldwide broadcast.

I mumbled, more to myself than him. "Like hell you are! These werewolves are a bunch of good for nothing motherfuckers is what they are, exploiting the weak as if it's nothing. Why do they forget that we're living beings too? We feel pain just like everybody else does, dammit!" Alpha Evan went off, getting angrier by the second, a vein on his forehead bulging as he got up and paced in front of me. I worried that it would burst if he got any angrier. I got up too. "Calm down, Alpha Evan. Please," I said softly, not knowing what else to say.

“You killed our father, but why?!” “If you don’t believe me, I won’t force you! It was your old brother that made me kill him because, in the first place, he wants the throne for himself abruptly! I heard him, having stealth and conspiracy with the king of the Kingdom Azrael!” I explained nonstop, hoping they would understand me. “You should not trust him! The next time he becomes greedy, you will be the next he will kill!” But as expected, when you are seen as the villain and the bad guy in life, no one would trust your words. No one would believe you. Because in their eyes, you are condemned and deliberately treated as an evil entity.

A villainess burning for revenge never have pity. Aubrey glanced around, she sighed in defeat, what other choice did she had? Could she go back and face the press, she would lose her face, she would become a laughing stock, what about her family? she knew her dad would kill her even if he saw her, arranging all the choices, she had no option left, "I want to go to the mental asylum" She sighed. "Good pick" Scott laughed as he made a phone call officially registering her in a mental asylum.

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.

Jealousy is in your DNA, suck it up brat! "Pfft." My brother and I giggled. After I was freed from my chains a while ago, I stood up and tilted my head from left to right. Haru massaged his sore wrists as well as his neck. "Kill? Such an understatement. Vallers don't die, criminals do!" I tittered, "Just as you have said a while ago, Lord of Crimes, a villain's silence is a warehouse of sins. This is your retribution!" I added.

She straddled his abdomen and looked down at him. “Who’s the best the King asked? Who do you think? The Leader replied. All of us? Asked the President. Debatable the overlord replied. Home world home to all Far and wide welcoming. Strength to all. Strength in one. Unity of all quads”. A simple song that had been there during her time. Unity was a myth, it didn’t exist. There was a saying that villains aren’t born, they’re made. That wasn’t entirely true. She was born into a lot of hate, not hate from others, but hate from within themselves.