If We Were Villains Novels & Stories

"We'd sound insane. "Hello, we're werewolves." We think we're going to start the end of the world. "Please get ready." "But if we don't tell them and it happens—" I began. Garrett said with a gloomy look on his face, "Then we're to blame for the chaos." "Either way, Shadowborn become the villains in this story." I looked at Sebastian. "Is there a way to fix the Veil without waking it up?" I haven't discovered any. At a basic level, the two are connected.

She started flailing and screeching. And right on cue, Willa stepped into the spotlight—telling me to let it go. She'd been whining nonstop, but now she wanted to play the saint. "Zombies can be killed again, but a child's only childhood should be cherished." Please. What a steaming pile of crap. Miranda ate that line up. After that, she was on me nonstop, always poking, always whining. And just like that, I became the group's official villain—selfish, disruptive, the so-called threat to "group harmony."

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

Rick straightened in his chair and frowned. "You want us to team up with vampires... to fight vampires?" he said with distaste. Willow placed both the palms of her hands on the table and leaned forward. "I know it sounds ludicrous but our fight is only with the creatures of Vilaria. So yes, if we have a shot at winning, I think we should take it." "And King Wes, you say he came here with you? The last time I saw you, you wanted to put a knife in his heart. Now you are saying he's the good guy. How am I supposed to gamble everything we have built on your fickle mind?"

That picture wouldn't leave my mind any time soon. Not typical of a villain, huh. Exactly. I was an upholder of the principle: action speaks louder than voice. My behavior, my interest—they all were pointers that I was a unique breed of villain. It got me squealing—mentally, because I'd begun to worry I was an empty vessel. One—like the other villains—that faked the extent of their wickedness. I didn't scowl like them. Didn't dress like the devil's right-hand man. I was genuinely quirky.

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

Ratatata, ratatata. Streams after streams of bullets were shot at the villains as if they cost nothing. The bullets pierced their bodies and made honeycombs out of them. This group only knew how to bully others, but never did it ever cross their minds that one day, they would be bullied instead. From their point of view, no one could go against Art Trading Corporation. But sadly, they had met Thomas, the God of War. The trigger happiness only lasted a few seconds. The group of more than forty villains who were originally vigorous and arrogant lay in a pool of blood.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

"Let's see what we're doing for today." I clicked a folder on my computer. Employment process and staff checks. The main goal is to fish out Thor's pawns and eliminate them. But how will I know when he always makes sure to avoid suspicion? I twirled on my chair as if it'll make my thought process faster, it did. I stopped and opened a new page on the computer, typed in childhood. Thor doesn't recruit loyal people, he recruits people he has something against. People with something to lose, people like me.