Misunderstood Villain Novels & Stories

It came from the fact that I was beginning to understand him, beginning to see the cracks in the facade he wore so well. I walked back to the bed and sat in it, burying my head in my hands. I couldn't cry, I just couldn't. I was leading these rebels down a path of destruction. Because now, it seemed like I was understanding him more. I was knowing the villain more than his evil acts and the way he turned everything on it's head. And that terrified me more than anything else.

I said, and hung up. This was not how I planned our conversation would go. I expected it to clear my thoughts, but somehow, she managed to make me more confused than ever. It would have helped if Liza validated my emotions of Enzo being the villain in this situation. But she painted him like an anti-hero. A bad guy with a past. A trope I was a sucker for. How the hell was I supposed to get past that?

Scared of what, I don’t really know. Without hesitations, I embraced her. I wrap my arms around her very tight and regardless of whether she tried to get rid of not, I will not let her slip in my grip. She doesn’t like me, I know, actually, she hated me. I am the villain that makes her every day worse. I’m a troublemaker to her and I make her really mad each day but… today, she doesn’t have to hate me, she can treat me as a friend who genuinely wants to comfort her, help her, and to sympathize with her.

I said, my voice a whisper of truth. “So… does that mean he’s a bad man?” I let the question settle for a moment, considering it. Slowly, I shook my head. “No, I don’t think he’s evil. I think… he’s just misunderstood. He doesn’t always make the right choices. People see him one way, just like some people see me in a way that isn’t fair. They assume things, and once they believe them, it’s hard to change their minds. Life can be cruel that way, Kael.”

I ran my hand through each one of them, looking for clues. What was I looking for in books? I've watched a lot of movies where the villains hide their secrets in the most unimaginable places, and someone as shady as Diego wouldn't be an exception. "I can't believe I labeled him as a villain already," I said with a groan. "And you got married to a villian, what does that make you as the main character? Someone thoughtless and dumb? It doesn't always end well with the villains," my subconscious mind teased me.

I couldn't help but feel pity for him, even if he said he wanted none of that. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... I didn't know." "No, Lena, I don't want pity; I deserve this. I am not your average knight in shining amour. I am the villain; that's how I see myself. But I want to make this right, and so I have a proposal."

Meanwhile, the female lead’s been putting up with pregnancy rumors and being treated like a mistress for him. [You must be an old reader. You're late. The plot’s already gone completely off track, haha.] [We’re all shipping the supporting female lead with the villain now.]

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”

“Do they think I don’t see it? Every story, every post, every news segment, they’re glorifying him and mocking us. Me!” Robert sighed, his normally commanding voice now strained. “Victor, listen. The facts are...” “I don’t care about your facts!” Victor shouted, pacing the room, boots echoing on the marble floor. “The world will see him as perfect. As clever. As untouchable. And me? The golden wolf? The one who bled for this family? I am the villain! The world sees me as a tyrant, a monster! And all because of him!” Robert sighed heavily on the phone , trying to maintain authority, but even he knew Victor had slipped into something darker, something uncontrollable.