No Villain Romane & Geschichten

“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.”

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.

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.

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”

Valenor did not welcome people like me. It tolerated them. Processed them. Absorbed them into its machinery the way a great palace absorbs dust — not noticing, not caring, simply continuing to function around their presence until they either became useful or disappeared. The capital city stretched for kilometers in every direction from the imperial palace at its center, a metropolis of black stone and silver-veined marble and streets wide enough for six carriages abreast, perpetually crowded, perpetually loud, perpetually smelling of coal smoke and river water and the particular concentrated ambition of a city where everyone had come to become something.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

“You guys have no idea how much humiliated I felt in front of Fernando.” “I’m afraid he might tell Marcellus about this recent incident,” Noah says, voicing dreadful. I swallow the lump in my throat. There we go, another maniac who willingly wants to die at my hands. Isn’t it better to put the whole world on fire so that no one can lift their finger against my lady? “He won’t,” Bryce wheezes, taking his statement as a joke. “Yet,” Noah warns. “Relax, we will find her till then,” the black-haired guy says.

"Stop making me the bad guy." "Oh no of course not. You're the hero of this story! The great Navy guy in white with believable blue eyes! So honorable and perfect! You did nothing wrong! It's the girl from Italy! She's the problem! She's the one who hid your baby from you! She purposely didn't say anything even when she and the baby were starving! It's her! She's the villain. You're the untainted hero!" "Shut up Marianna or I swear-" "You'll what Nathan? What?"