Protagonist Villain Novels & Stories

It wasn't the first time, though. I was planning to attack him first, but then a brilliant idea came to me. His father. His attention would definitely be on me just like it had always been. It's just that ever since this psycho became like this, his father's attention had slowly shifted from me to him. It was never part of my plan. He's just like his foolish prostitute of a mother, stealing what's mine from me.

Now she wanted that guy even if he wasn't a unique thing but he had done many mistakes and so now she wanted to see his happy life crumbling down. The other guy wasn't bad too or that was what he thought but he wanted that particular male to cry and feel the pain that he had felt in his childhood. He couldn't forget the promise that he did and he would do anything to get that done. The most dangerous villain was the one who knew his opponent's weaknesses and was always focused on getting to his opponent's weaknesses. Sadly, they both knew the weakness of their enemy. They weren't two small enemies but rather choose to be one big evildoer.

"Watch me restore not only your love life, but also your castle, you dimwitted leech!" "Alright, alright." Leurel nods. "I'll be counting on you." Today, I learned a lesson being in Riftan's captive. Every villain has a story, and it is up to you if you can contribute to his change, or break him even further until he descends into madness. I used to overlook the angles of perspectives. I used to believe in what other people convinced me to. I used to be a villain too. But maybe, I can become both the people and the villains' hero.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

Just like the monster that killed without any emotions. My blood turned to ice. I wondered how stupid I was earlier to let him affect me. He was bad news. He was the clear definition that villains were not always ugly. Some came with the most charming face and alluring physique but that didn't make them less of a villain. “What does this mean for me?” My voice was barely audible. “Be loyal and consider your family protected. Double cross me and they're out.” “I don't want any bloodshed.” “It's simple. Act right and play your role well.”

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

that journey was now going to lead to my own demise. I wasn’t some magical, Goddess blessed white wolf girl of prophecy. I was the one who got in her way. And my partner in crime, the one who would hurt her most, was the man next to me. He will be her first mate, finding out on her eighteenth birthday, and it will be him who ultimately hurts and degrades her to the lowest point of her life. He becomes the drive she needs to awaken her powers and seek out a better life elsewhere.

AND THE COVERPIC IS NOT MY EDIT CREDIT GOES TO REAL EDITOR I TOOK THE PICTURE FROM I*******M BECAUSE THESE TWO (PARTH SAMTHAAN AND NITI TAYLOR) PEOPLE IN PIC ARE IN MY MIND AS PROTAGONISTS WHILE WRITING. This story is going to be a dark love story but male protagonist won't be rapist or abuser. He has his own dark and grey shades which makes him dominant male. He is pfowerful yet he is weak in front of his inner demons and fears. Female protagonist is a innocent, fragile girl yet she can be strongest when it comes to fight against her fears or wrong in world. She has her set of morals and lives in her world.

The room suddenly felt colder. My throat went dry. "No. This isn’t about me." Charlotte grinned. "Isn’t it, though?" My pulse thundered. I turned to Damian, searching for reassurance, but his face was unreadable. Evan took another step forward. "You see, Naomi, there’s something you need to understand. Damian isn’t the hero in your story. He’s the villain in mine. And every villain deserves a downfall." Charlotte walked to Evan’s side and linked her arm to his. "We’re just here to make sure he gets exactly what he deserves."

This vulnerability, an unexpected facet of his being, played like a melodious symphony in my heart. Yet, as I delved deeper into the mosaic of his personality, I uncovered a paradoxical layer that intrigued me further. Like a shadow cast upon the canvas of his kindness, he possessed a side that resonated with the essence of a villain, a captivating duality that defied conventional understanding. It was as though he had mastered the art of balance, walking the tightrope between light and darkness with a grace that left me both bewildered and entranced.