If We Were Villains Summary Novels & Stories

"Dr. Jhero wants us all to become part of his world domination thing, and although we don't want to become part of it, we don't have a choice but to agree, or else our families— their families will be either become zombies or be dead." Of course, all of the villains in stories use feelings and emotions as their greatest weapon against the protagonist, and when that happens, protagonists don't have a choice but to be controlled by the hands of the villain. The same goes in real life, when the bad person uses your feelings as a weapon against you, you don't have a choice but to bend down and give in.

Selena's observation was more in-depth and even Omari hadn't seen it that way; it was interesting indeed. Why hadn't Giovanni tried to kill them? Omari looked at Snyder again, as though to say 'I told you he was the good guy’. Paz then asked the question on everybody's mind: “So who, then, is the real villain?” And, at this point after having seen the footage, none of them could answer that question. Later that evening, back at Ruby's house where Gio, Gabi, Mercedes, and Ruby herself were now holed up like The Expendables, Mercedes was trying to have a word with her cousin, Gabriel.

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

Instead, we just nuked the privacy of three million people. "We did this," I whisper. "Our hack. Our revenge." "FBI is investigating," Alex reads. "International incidents reported." I look at him. "What the hell have we done?" I ask. Alex looks at the chaos around us. "We started a revolution," he says, his voice hollow. "But I think we just became the villains."

Aurelia and Aurora trembled in fear. The general spoke, voice low and firm. “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.

"Zoe can't even be called the female lead at this point. Waylon is the true male lead now—and whoever he chooses becomes the female lead!" In the middle of a rainy night, Zoe, completely wasted, somehow stumbled upon the villa that Maisie and I shared. She began banging on the door like a madwoman, yelling, "You'd better open the door and come out this instant, Waylon! You heartless bastard! How can you be so heartless? "Did you forget the 20 years we spent growing up together? Mom is at death's door! Sutherland Group is ruined! Do you really want to see me dead, Waylon? Come out here!"

But both Amber and I gasp in complete shock because we've heard those names before, but the way she’s talking about them compared to what we've heard seems to be very different accounts. She raises an eyebrow and shakes her head, sighing. “I see. Well, it’s too late for a full history lesson, and I’m sure we are all tired. At least, I am.” She chuckles, rubbing her lower back. “If you’re here in the morning, I’m happy to tell you the truth because I was there, but for now, all I’m going to say is don’t believe everything you’ve heard. The real villains in that story are Issac, Randall, and a few others.” She says, spitting on the ground in disgust.

Ophelia laughed lightly, she said apologetically, “Zoran, I hope it’s not too much trouble for you?” “Of course not! Chairlady Lane, don’t worry. We have all sorts of medication to heal your disciples.” Zoran replied. Then his expression darkened. “So you’ve met The Ten Villains.” Ophelia asked curiously, “You know them?” Zoran nodded, “The Ten Villains were blood brothers. They’re infamous for their evildoings! They have hundreds of men beneath them, ruling over the Wicked Valley, causing havoc to the surrounding villages. To put it simply, they are a bunch of bandits.”

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!