No Villain Novels & Stories

This is a prison with sunsets. But still, his words echoed inside my chest… and it hurt. Just a little. They say villains aren’t born—they’re made. And tonight, as the sky dimmed and the stars blinked into existence, I realized something I had spent years avoiding: I made him. I made the villain. Noel wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always… unhinged. Possessive. Dangerous. He used to laugh with his whole chest. He used to love without fear, without asking for anything in return but my time. My honesty.

Jana lowered her head and contemplated about Vivien. "After the COO feature turns off, our Ai will talk less and the data will start to cut off a little. At first I hated it, but in time I realized that as a villain's lackey, it doesn't matter if I search for them or not. The settings and the right conditions will soon lead me to them naturally. By the will of the game itself. When the villains sought for help, the circumstances will lead me to them eventually. However, the villains' as well as the protagonists' role are the vital parts of each mission. They needed to be aware of each others' move. Or else, they would be erased without knowing that the opponent has won the round."

That there was no longer any way I could deny it. ...I was living inside the last werewolf novel I’d read... but I wasn’t the protagonist of this story. I was the villainess.

" I didn't answer. He continued. "The very last thing I want to happen to you... the last thing I will ever allow... is for you to be locked in a dark pack cell. Listen. I won't let them drag you to the execution block. I won't let them behead you, or drug you to death, or shock your body to death with an electric chair until your soul leaves your body. I don't want that kind of end for you. And I know you don't want that kind of end." "Diane. You are not a villain. Not in this story."

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.]

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

But there are some places I know them by the background as the library which was the place where one could find 4 characters' 'The first one Koishi that's me you guessed it right hah my readers are so smart just give some back pats to yourself lovely' 'Koishi's elder brother as this is one of the reasons how Koishi got the reading habit from not to forget the crown prince too. One of the reasons I used to go to the library, he-he. Last but not the least, the villain of the game, just kills everyone just to get the princess all by himself. The one with the most likes kills him and gets the princess.' 'The first one Koishi that's me you guessed it right hah my readers are so smart just give so

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

"Ryder is stronger than you think, no harm will come to him, okay?" Ava nodded, "Okay." Evena looked at the books on the table in front of Ava. "So what are the books for?" "My aunt wants me to learn about the glorious history of vampires." "And how much gloriousness have you seen in all your reading?" Evena asked. "Not much, the ancient vampires were so cruel. Just look, this man named Dracon slaughtered an entire town just because the children laughed at his shirt." "Really?" Evena asked in interest. "Uh...huh, this other woman named Juliet killed all the nuns in a convent by feeding on their blood and draining them."