Main Character Is The Villian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

And Yara is the perfect tool to destroy it all. Meanwhile, Yara has no idea that she is playing with fire. She just wants to get out of this prison, but without realizing it, she's getting dragged into Damian's hateful plans.

Besides, a villain usually had sharper senses, and that was why it was not easy for the hero to defeat them. Vivian wouldn't say she was the hero here, but she was sure that Lily was the villain, and that woman also had the sharp senses of a true villain. Even if she hadn't said anything, Lily could already tell that she was hiding something, and Vivian knew that it wasn't a good sign for her. 'That mysterious man seems to be rich and powerful, and judging from this woman's temperament, she might soon hire people to investigate. If that man finds out, I'll be in trouble,' she thought to herself instead of immediately responding to the older woman.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

I heard heavy footsteps pounding down the hall and then the door flew open. “You serious?” The other guy looked me over. “Yeah, she even got a keycard thinking she could really make it.” He said. “She had a wrench in hand and everything.” He stormed towards me, his eyes bulging with rage. “You wanna act like you’re tough now?” he barked. “Gold-digging, nose-in-the-air little brat. We’re out here risking everything for a damn payout and you think you’re in a movie?” “You’re an ass,” I snapped. “And yes I’m the main character here and you’re just the villain. The ugly, overweight side character who dies first.”

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

he suspected. "Huh?!" Ryan cupped his face and let him look at her. "Why would I do that? I won't hurt my baby." Slyvester smiled in excitement. Then an idea came to him. His smile vanished at the thought of the answer. "I knew it!" he gasped. "Someone from the three stepped on me with both feet." The only person who could do that was the man sitting across from him. And that's... " Vincent," Slyvester said while gritting his teeth. If Slyvester is Cinderella, Vincent is the stepmother—the main villain.

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.