If We Were Villains Summary Novels & Stories

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

And I wouldn’t risk it. To what extend could we fix broken things? Sometimes, it was better to give up on them and move on. I allowed her to go because she wasn’t part of the world I invaded of my own free will. She was like a lamb in the middle of a horde of wolves. I didn’t why we used wolves as description for villains; I did it unconsciously. Wolves were the noblest animals with furs; they knew the meaning of family and tribe. You would never find a wolf outside of its group. They did everything together. The world I belonged in had unique villains that made their goals reason with the truth, they had all reasons you could agree with them if you didn’t know better.

“Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.” Drugs? Was he talking about Michelle and Ashram and what they had been up to all this time? Well, those two were definitely the worse villains I had faced. How Michelle had gone from a corporate sniffer to being someone who had lost her morals and wanted to take over a specie was something I never saw coming.

We weren’t getting any answers” Eventually, Maya leaned back and sighed. “Okay. So we don’t have a villain monologue. Yet.” I closed my laptop, “But we have a pattern” She nodded. “Someone either feels threatened or is just the most evil person ever. I hate snitches” She then softened and looked at me, “Hey, we’ll figure this out. We just need to stay patient” I met her gaze. “You’re not worried this’ll blow back on us?” She shrugged. “It already has.” That earned a quiet laugh from me.

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?"

We believed we could attack the main devil after attacking the creatures and killing the majority of them. Only to discover that we are indeed in a corner because we had no idea that the people we eliminated had kept rising despite falling. "What in the hell?" "You know, going in cold and attacking first is never a good idea.” I couldn't help but gasp when the Alchemist stated, "So I introduce my creation, they have been injected with my immortal vessel and neither of them would die." No matter what we do or how we try to attack these monsters, they always come back and reciprocate by attacking us.

Running away instead of fighting and protecting what is yours is a cowardly thing to do. "Gorge stood up and cleared his throat, and everyone kept quiet. George is the only brother of the dead alpha. "Yesterday myself and many of you here went to a village to ask for help. The truth is we didn't go there to ask for help to renovate our village. We are strong enough to do that on our own." We only told you that to confuse our enemies who might be lurking around to know our true aim. Only a few of you here knew the true aim of our visit.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.