If We Were Villains Summary Novels & Stories

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

Deep down, Shanaya knew that her weakness was the source of their contempt, but she refused to acknowledge it. Her false friends poisoned her mind, whispering lies about Naina being the architect of her misery. Shanaya knew it was a deception, but her anger blinded her to the truth. She ran out of reasons to be good. Everyone labeled her a villainess, and Shanaya gradually embraced this identity. She transformed into a true villainess, never intending to harm Naina, but her fury consumed her. She sought to erase herself and her existence, believing that everyone would be happier without her. She knew that she was an unwanted character, a blight on the world.

Nicholus let out a low threatening growl. Reaching me through our mindlink, Nicholus said, "Tell us what you had in your mind. Share your opinions. Let us know how you think the situation should be handled." I let his words sink inside me, shocked and giddy at the sudden change of events. But deciding to grab the opportunity, I straightened and chose my words carefully, "If it were up to me, then I'd handle the situation very delicately. We must keep in mind that even though they are the ones protesting people are NOT the villains. Villains are the ones who are manipulating and pulling their strings like puppets."

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

And somewhere in the vast Empire, the first pieces of fate were already moving. But this time... Evelina would be the one moving them. She had died once. She would not die twice. The villainess had returned. And she was ready to rewrite her ending.

“We have cause for it and we’ll still do it when the time is right. Alpha Ezra has declared war on us. These packs are casualties of war.” “Yes. Let’s do it,” I say with conviction. “Cass…” Colt whispers, worry in his eyes. Warrick gives me a pointed look. “You do understand that we’re the bad guys, right?” “But we aren’t. We’re getting rid of a tyrant,” I reply. “No. We’re taking over other packs. That’s what we’ve been doing for years, and we’ve always been seen as the bad guys. The villains.” “Then fine. We’re the bad guys. I won’t argue it if it gets me what I want.”

I added and some people agreed with me “If she is the victim then who is the villain?” she asked “If there is a victim there is a villain” she said and everyone agreed with her “Well we have Poseidon who started everything and Athena-” disagreement filled the room as I mentioned the name “Let's hear from her” the teacher got the class quiet “She is the biggest villain in the whole story” I started by saying “Who punishes the person who got raped and defiled and not the person who sins?” I asked and no one could give me an answer

Serena thinks of the article. Of her mother’s name dragged back into relevance like it never left. Of Lucian, in the half-light, saying this is solvable. Of the cameras outside, hungry for something simple enough to consume. Then she says, very calmly: “They want a villain.” A pause. Her gaze hardens, something cold and deliberate settling into place. “Let’s give them one they can’t control.” And somewhere, in another part of the city, Aiden Wolfe waits—unaware, perhaps, or entirely aware—that he is about to become part of a story that was never really about him.