Misunderstood Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

she pressed. He shrugged. "The pay is good." Isla raised an eyebrow. Antonio added, "Besides, I don't think Boss Dante is more of a villain than any of us." She tilted her head. "Explain.," He gave a short chuckle. "Most humans like to think they're good. But truth is, we're all villains in someone's story... whether we know it or not." Their eyes met through the mirror. There was something haunting in his expression, something almost too wise.

“And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. And the villain doesn’t get the princess.” I wanted to tell him that he was wrong. He was not his father, not a villain, and this princess had always been his, but things had changed, and I could no longer make any promises to him. “I am sorry,” I told him gently. “I am sorry that I didn’t understand at the time. I didn’t try to understand. I should have done better…”

“My heart is not placed on the male lead and I also understand that it should not be placed on the male lead. The original is something that can't be changed, once the female lead appears and does the real thing... Finally, the male lead belongs to her." “But if now the male lead hears the word 'love' from his mouth, am I a female villain? Am I joking with the male lead's feelings? Although I like villains, there are times when I don't like to get too involved in troublesome things like this. I just want to return to the real world as soon as possible. Next to someone who doesn't love you or just has a little feeling, then it feels strange to change. On the contrary, my heart is not in him,

“I don’t know, Lizzie. It’s complicated. He’s… different.” “What do you mean?” “He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met,” I say slowly, trying to put my feelings into words. “He’s sweet and caring, but he’s also part of a world that I don’t understand, a world that’s dangerous.” Her playful expression eases as she listens. “You’re talking about the whole mafia thing, right?” I nod. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not like I can just ignore that part of who he is. It’s scary, Lizzie. I don’t know if I can trust him, or if I even should.”

“Then what do you think I lack, sir?” Sir Jack tapped a finger against his chest. “This. You understand Vincent’s mind—but what about his heart? Is he excited? Is he sad? Does he feel frustration when things don’t go as planned? A villain is also a person. And a person has thoughts and has his own heart. Whether it was bad or not, it doesn’t matter. From a person's first point of view, they were not bad, it's the people around them.” Danice considered his words briefly, then shook her head. “No. It’s you who doesn’t understand Vincent, sir.”

I ask, aware of his previous lack of empathy for others. "I can see that it hurts you," he replies. "You know, I used to believe that we were destined to be opposites. For all the compassion you possessed, I lacked it. While Ashton Johnson took on responsibilities, I was left with none. In everyone's eyes, you were the hero, and I became the villain." A tear slowly rolls down his cheek, falling off his jaw. It crushes me, almost suffocating my chest. "You're not the villain to anyone," I assure him firmly. "If anything, you're the anti-hero. And people often love those more."

All in all, it has been over five years, but we call each other and we have been living like that. Even though I try to keep myself low-key and erase the traces of the bastard in my life, no myth can change my mind about the fact that Theodore Andrews is the villain bound to threaten my existence. I wouldn't mind smashing his head on a rocky surface any day I mysteriously meet him. I will be glad to watch his downfall, but I will keep all that in my dream until karma decides to resurrect.

"Watch me restore not only your love life, but also your castle, you dimwitted leech!" "Alright, alright." Leurel nods. "I'll be counting on you." Today, I learned a lesson being in Riftan's captive. Every villain has a story, and it is up to you if you can contribute to his change, or break him even further until he descends into madness. I used to overlook the angles of perspectives. I used to believe in what other people convinced me to. I used to be a villain too. But maybe, I can become both the people and the villains' hero.

This is always what happens to a lot of villains, they are always pushed to the edge by people who are supposed to be the righteous ones apparently, and at the end of the day, the villains turn out to be the righteous ones. Why didn’t I think about this? Damien would’ve killed me the moment I tried to disrespect him if he was that person with murderous intent in him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but you should stop looking at me like that. Just because I didn’t do those things doesn’t mean I’m a nice person either. I mean, I’ve attacked a lot of people and taken over a lot of packs. People who do this aren’t seen as good people, especially by the people already in the packs that

Was it my fault, or is Vivaldi stronger than I thought? "Maybe you fought back," I say, desperation creeping into my words. "You're so stupid," he scoffs. "I didn't feel you take control, so I had nothing to fight. You know what? I hate you. You call me a villain, but you're the real monster. You're selfish and mean, keeping the power to free me when I need it most. You don't trust me, but I've given you every reason to. Just will the answers out of me, damn it!"