Plain Bad Heroines Novels & Stories

There's no place for it in my life. Also, hearing the other's thoughts takes all the magic out of love. That's why I've restricted any romantic pursuits to the formatted, black-and-white pages of books. There's one universal truth I'll never question: fictional men are a gazillion times better than real ones. The real problem is that Paul definitely resembles a main character. Well, when he snarls and looks at me like this, more like the main antagonist, that would suit him better. Even if he sometimes seems like a nice guy, I'll certainly not make him my hero.

Deep down, Shanaya knew that her weakness was the source of their contempt, but she refused to acknowledge it. Her false friends poisoned her mind, whispering lies about Naina being the architect of her misery. Shanaya knew it was a deception, but her anger blinded her to the truth. She ran out of reasons to be good. Everyone labeled her a villainess, and Shanaya gradually embraced this identity. She transformed into a true villainess, never intending to harm Naina, but her fury consumed her. She sought to erase herself and her existence, believing that everyone would be happier without her. She knew that she was an unwanted character, a blight on the world.

I smirk, remembering Heather curled up in bed contemplating the world. “She’d always wonder what happened to make the evil villain that way. She’d always tell me, ‘Mom, no one is born evil, right?’ She believed good and evil was relative, because both sides think they’re right, and we only get to hear the side of the heroin, never the villain. But she believed the hero was never truly innocent.” 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.

Strong, but so naive to believe she can do it in a fair fight. It’s futile. In the real world bad people never let princesses win. They stomp upon them and ruin everything that’s bright and pure. They come in in the middle of the night, guns blazing and take everything they want. It’s happened before and it will happen again. This is how this world works, at least my world. There are no real laws here and no one is really safe against the ones with power. And I was supposed to end this vicious circle. Talk about naive.

Desmond was unhappy about it, and he frowned. I glared at him. He was not even willing to lie to me about his true feelings. However, I was unwilling to accept defeat over a seven-year relationship! “In the past, I did feel sorry for her. However, after seeing that she did not keep her distance from a taken man, I knew I had the wrong impression of her.” “Eunice, Connie has never said anything bad about you. Instead, you’re the one who constantly badmouths her. When did you turn into such an unreasonable person?”

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?

“I apologize. The princess has brute strength of course but her biggest strength is her flash of surprise, she will want to shock you into losing your guard and then attacking immediately. Another thing is her resilience, in battle she’s not straightforward as she tends to look and act, she will give you the lead if necessary so when attacking, make sure to go for a final blow, no matter how many times it takes, no matter how many bones you have to break. For weaknesses, it’s so stupid you could laugh, she’s an honest fool and can be deceived with the cover of honesty and kindness. Which is where I come in.” “Go on.” “You’ll have to injure me, believable enough that she thinks I need help an

KALEN Everyone left behind a legacy – their mark on the world. Sometimes it created a positive and lasting change for all. Other times all it left behind was chaos and carnage. Fairytale books had distinct heroes and distinct villains. It was an either/or situation. Good or bad. Black or white. Was it that simple to categorize everyone? What if they did not fit into any one box because nobody was purely good or purely evil? I thought it was simple once upon a time until fate threw me a curveball that I was unable to dodge.

" Why? The world betrays the Villain. That's why they go against everyone!" " Not everyone... Certain circumstances and certain things can make you a bad person. But if you want... You can make the place better. At least for the person who you love. If Villains think they're going to destroy the world for his pain. It's selfishness. Because some heroes are born from those same circumstances as well." " Why are you talking like you went through it?" " Maybe I did.. maybe I didn't. But they're the same. Don't blame your past and circumstances."