Protagonist Villain Novels & Stories

This construction would at once place her in the position of wronged heroine and him in the role of villain, sucking the reader in with a gut, emotional shock before the book even began. Most of it would be used to show a heartbreaking picture of their "before" lives. She would describe their shared values, their hopes for their children, and the clean, uncomplicated life that they had built as a pair. This contrasted sharply with the "corruption" that followed, and made what he did seem less like a personal metamorphosis, and more like a loss of moral standing orchestrated to pull at the sympathy of the reader right from the start.

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 realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

So I decided to tell you a story from the villain's point of view. Villains aren't always bad, they have their own demons to fight. They have their own shit to deal with, but we don't know that because we're always so concentrated on the heroes. We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, but different devils. The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows, it's not unicorns and fucking mermaids. It's life and it has 3 stages: birth, what the fuck is this, and death.

His hands went to my face, holding it firmly. — I'm not the hero of this story, Olivia. I'm the villain. The guy who's going to ruin everything. I don't want you to be trapped with me when the consequences come. — I don't mind. I want to be with you. — Damn it, Olivia! I'm not the damn knight in shining armor. I'm the monster he hunts.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

“Okay, let me explain it in simple terms. If there are only two options, save me or save the whole world while I die, what do you think a hero would pick?” She hesitated. “…Saving the world.” “Exactly.” I snapped my fingers. “That’s the point. But a villain who loves me? He’d choose me every damn time and let the world burn. That’s what I want. A guy who looks at me and says, ‘to hell with everyone else.’”

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.