روايات وقصص ضمن Protagonist Villain

In the case of the female lead, she was stupid, took everything as a joke and messed up the protagonist's life but in everything she was praised as a kind person. "To me, the real villains were the world and how they treated glory, villains aren't really born that way, they are made the way they are and mostly by the people they love," "You all are looking at it in the perspective of the female lead but the villain lost everything for the love she thought she had, she lost her only friend , she lost her pure heart, she lost her reputation and even her parents left her decisively when she became useless to them." "In my opinion, the villain is going to get the most memorable cast after the mo

This time, my rival had sent his own younger brother. "Please... don't hurt me. I'll disappear. I won't say a word," he begged through tears. I looked at him without interest, begging rarely changed anything. It certainly wouldn't change this. I gave a small wave, and my bodyguards grabbed him, preparing to tie him up. "Please! There's... there's a bomb in the hotel... and around the area." A bomb? I underestimated them. "Who planted it?" "Pierre Antonio." Pierre... I'd never met the man before. At this point, I wasn't even sure who my real rival was anymore. I gave him a cold stare, he swallowed hard.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

“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.”

“I don’t blame you. It’s only natural for kids of our age to believe that only heroes can fight against evil. But I’m done with believing those bluffs. I’ve moved on. Up until now we’ve been living in a mirage created by mom where we could see that the world is a peaceful and beautiful place. But the reality speaks differently. You know what I believe.......? At that time I couldn’t recognize my little brother. He used to be a noble, simple minded and an angel but this was the time when he turned into a complex, twisted minded devil. He said, “ To annihilate the evils, you have to be…..THE DEVIL…..”

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.

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."

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.

Because this was the first real confirmation she'd ever received. Not documents. Not theories. Not clues. Confirmation. Victor Ashford had known Thomas Vale personally. For years, she'd imagined this moment. The chance to confront the man responsible. The chance to demand answers. The chance to finally learn the truth. But now that she stood here... She wasn't prepared. Because Victor looked nothing like a monster. Monsters were easy to hate. Easy to identify. Easy to destroy. Victor Ashford looked human. And that made him infinitely more dangerous.

Well, she’s not wrong, but that doesn’t mean I like it, or him. “Delicious, actually.” Now, I’m snorting with laughter, which instantly betters my mood. “He’s all right, I guess. His looks don’t really make up for his blood thirsty personality.” “What do you mean?” “He’s–he’s a villain. He’s the son of what sounds like an absolute dictator.” “He’s the savior of our people,” she says slowly, her brow furrowed slightly. “His story… it’s terrible, Ella.” “I don’t know his story.”