If We Were Villains Summary Novels & Stories

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."

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Vampires caught turning humans without proper permission were dismembered, and their body parts were scattered around North America areas that they ruled over as a deterrent to others. The families were defanged, disenfranchised, and abandoned to starve in the streets. There was a form of punishment that neither he nor Henry had ever witnessed, but the stories they had heard as kids had given them both nightmares. Aric grumbled as he finished his fourth mug of spiced blood and declared, "This isn't helping." In agreement, his companion stood up and said, "No, it's not. Let's get out of here." Overstuffed, they braved the brisk autumn morning air of Spokane.

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

“She didn't hesitate to fabricate evidence and files, did she? Why can’t we dance to that tone as well?” I would have said it was because of our honor, and how we shouldn't stoop to her level. But fuck honor. Fuck stooping low. Elena already went low, so now we would have to go under. We were done playing the nice guys. The world has already painted us as the villains who kicked a man when he was already down, so why not play into that narrative? We were already untouchable. Anyone who wanted to talk shit was already ready to lose everything.

I turned to Aurelian. “She has given us her word,” I said. He looked at me, taking a deep breath. “Fine, but you have given me your world; I will have your head,” he said, looking at her with deadly eyes. She bowed her head a bit. “You may take it if anything happens to the queen,” she said. “Let’s proceed,” he said. I smiled. Finally, something is happening. I get to understand what is truly going on. What I didn’t know is that, truly, not all villains are evil and not all heroes are good.

For him to have such power and resources, Arianna finally came to the conclusion, Marcel was in the Mafia. "Don't monsters deserve to be loved?" "What?" Arianna was stunned by that question. By the way, when did their conversation move in this direction? "In every story and fairy tale, the good ones always have their happy ending. Why does no one write about the villains? We, the villains, are the reason the plot seems interesting in the first place yet no one tells of our contribution nor creates our happy ending. Why's that?" By the time Marcel was through with his question, Arianna's jaw had already dropped to the ground.

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.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.