Novel & Cerita If We Were Villains

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.

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.

I ended it there because it’s Evander’s turn to speak. “Sometimes, the hardest battle to fight with, is our dark experiences. Sometimes, the loudest noise that we can hear is the chaos inside our head because we continuously hear those bad voices inside our head and sometimes, the worst villain we can encounter is ourselves. We are all fighting a silent battle – some might be tolerable but some might be severe” he stated. Now it’s my turn again.

She chuckled and took a sip. "Villains are meant to die so they could leave their happy ending." Good point. "We are the villains in this story, correct? We cause misery because we have been drowning in it. But villains are victims too. We just learn to fight for ourselves." I wanted to defend us but she was right. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Jane."

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?"

Together, we formed a formidable alliance, pooling our strengths and resources to wage a war against the darkness that threatened to consume us. The battles were fierce, the risks great, but our determination remained unwavering. We faced down our adversaries, confronting them with the evidence we had gathered, exposing their machinations and forcing them to face the consequences of their actions. And in the end, as the truth was revealed and the villains brought to justice, we emerged victorious. The darkness that had plagued us was dispelled, and a glimmer of light shone through the cracks, illuminating our path forward. We knew that the scars of our journey would forever mark us, reminder

Our vengeance would be delivered not through blind rage, but through calculated precision. As we embarked on our mission to expose Selene's treachery, I reminded the pack of our core values. We would confront our adversaries with unwavering courage, but we would not lose sight of the principles that made us who we were. Our actions would be guided by justice and compassion, a stark contrast to the deceit and manipulation that Selene had employed.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.