No Villain Novels & Stories

The men were still there. And the black car was still parked in front of my house. Great. Just great. What had I done? I was troublesome, yes. I knew that. But as far as I was aware, I'd never offended any rich person. At least, not that I could remember. ******** [Roman's POV] After landing in this weird town, I realized they didn't even have an airport. An airport. How was that even possible? So undeveloped. We arrived at the so-called therapist's home, and my third-in-command went to meet her while I remained in the car. I couldn't see her face properly, but from what I could see from their interactions, she wasn't budging.

I tell her, thinking of tiny Heather’s big eyes focused on me when she’d think about it, knowing I’d have all the right answers. The witch’s head tilts, “What would you tell her?” She asks, and I smile looking over at the multicolored skies as the sun starts to set. “I’d tell her she was right, but also wrong. I’d say it’s not the things the villain does per say that makes them the villain. It’s the inability to empathize with their opponents point of view. Their inability to know right from wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right.” I tell her, and she ticks her tongue. “Do you still feel that way?”

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."

If she's not killed in this story, perhaps she can join forces with the villain to get rid of the main character. [Dude, come on. Where are your morals? The side character and the villain are evil people!] [Besides that, the story's focus is on the greatness of the hero! Don't compare the villain to the hero.] I disregarded the comments and quickly looked at my phone, going through who I thought could fit the description of the villain. I did not have many contacts. In a short while, I managed to shortlist two candidates. One was a blind date that my aunt had set me up with, and the man's name was Jason Lou. The other was Quince Chant, my colleague in the second ward as well as my college ma

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."

“She is scared of me.” “And she has no love for you.” Dante stood close to me, keeping his eyes on Kaige Jin. “I hope that you leave her alone and pardon her past crimes.” “I vowed not to harm her,” Kaige shrugged as he mumbled. “But her sins are too great to remain unpunished. Even if I can’t harm her, there are people who can do it without my interference.” No shit! I hated this Kaige Jin. Even Dante wasn’t this bad. This blue-eyed guy was the true villain of this novel. He was talking about how he knew about keeping vows, but he would let his subjects harm me.

The male lead has no right over it and it was he who covet the inheritance. The male lead should not have used the wife and son to threatened the villain, it is such a coward act. The villain died protecting her wife and son. Isn’t it a heroic act on the part of the villain. For her, it was actually the female and the male lead who should be the villains of the story and not the original owner and her husband. If her analysis is correct, and she indeed transmigrated into a novel, everything will make sense.

“No… I’d never hurt someone innocent, believe me, Olivia, every villain has their own stories…” “Look, I can’t sit here and listen to your crap. Every villain has their own story, that’s the excuse y’all use when shedding blood. I’m willing to forfeit the first place and all if it means not having this dinner, excuse me!” I replied as I stood up abruptly and turned only for him to grab my hand.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!