Protagonist Villain Novels & Stories

Well, every girl is the heroine of their hero. His always emotionless eyes softened and his lips curled into a small smile. Taking him off guard. He took the girl out to the roof to play with rain, the same girl he was supposed to kill. The same girl who recorded and threatened him. The same girl who looks at him with utmost disgust in her innocent eyes. And it all felt like a story. A villain falling in love with an innocent heroine. And like every villain he also doesn't mind burning the whole fucking word just to have her beside him.

Caspian enumerated. That's right! What if we consider the relevance of the original plot and the present standing, this could be the kidnapping the villain intended to the protagonist's loved one. In this case, Claire is the villainess while I am the protagonist. So who in the world are they taking as hostage? Wow, my mind is all fired up!

I was simply playing my role in a larger scheme, and her emotions were proof of my success in manipulating her. “Well, Dahlia,” I said, my tone gentle, “I’m glad you’re excited. I just wanted to make sure you had a memorable holiday. I’ll ensure everything is perfect.” As Dahlia’s eyes shimmered with gratitude, I felt a fleeting pang of guilt—though it was quickly overshadowed by my satisfaction. I was using her as a pawn in my revenge, and every step of the plan was falling into place. In the end, her happiness was merely a tool in my grand design, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I took in watching her respond to my every gesture.

-I need to know why you are saying that I killed Andy," the guy answered. I frowned at what he had said. Colton never said that, never mentioned it. Darren did. -How can you prove I said that? -Colton didn't seem to be afraid of the guys. The last guy was leaning against the kitchen wall with a cigarette in his hand. The guy was tall, white, and half-bellied. -I heard over there," he replied. -First find out before you come to this house to frame me. Anyway, what difference does it make if I talked or not. You know I'm not afraid of you, Cobra, and you'd better not make me angry," he spat. Apparently Colton was very brave, and that made me even more impressed with him. A brave man, who will

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

She left the sitting room considerably lighter than she'd entered it, the tangled political danger of Ferris and the informant and her father's cold warning not resolved, exactly, but somehow more bearable for having a hand to hold through it. It was, she thought, walking back toward the house, a more dangerous kind of enemy than the one she'd been bracing herself for. Not a villain lurking in the shadows, waiting to confront her directly, but something quieter and more patient, content to let her father's own love and fear do the work of containing her, one careful, deniable move at a time.

Maybe she needed to understand the woman standing beside her. Maybe she was trying to understand why Alessia's name appeared so often whenever she searched for her father's past. "Was Victoria in love with him?" "Victoria doesn't love people." "That's harsh." "It's true." "Then what does she want?" Alessia looked toward the horizon. "Control." Amara turned toward her. "And you?" Alessia looked at her. "What do I want?" "Yes." Alessia's answer came quietly. "Right now?" Amara waited.

“That’s not how it works. There are two sides to the energy in the Lycan World, and it needs both my sister and I to balance it out. Now, over the years that energy has been given terms like good energy, and bad energy, and since I’m the villain in the story, the bad energy is mine. Without me there to balance it, then it could take over the good energy.” I was increasingly intrigued by how she referred to herself. “You don’t think you’re the villain in the story?” She shrugged. “It’s a matter of perspective. It always is.” “If you’re not the villain in your story, then who are you?” I asked. She looked like she was thinking about it. “Someone who unknowingly helped the villain?” That held e

I smirked and walked away with Mona’s body in tow. I could hear him scream as he tried to break free from the slithering flames. As there is a villain, so will there be a fraudulent hero that will tell tales of how horrific this day was. I was created as a villain – built from hatred, rage, and pain. I will make them feel the loss, the emotions that we went through. “I will not let you live!”, Evan came running, dagger in hand and burns on his skin. I dodged to the side, letting Mona down as I look at the blue-eyed knight. “You broke free.” I snickered.

I heard heavy footsteps pounding down the hall and then the door flew open. “You serious?” The other guy looked me over. “Yeah, she even got a keycard thinking she could really make it.” He said. “She had a wrench in hand and everything.” He stormed towards me, his eyes bulging with rage. “You wanna act like you’re tough now?” he barked. “Gold-digging, nose-in-the-air little brat. We’re out here risking everything for a damn payout and you think you’re in a movie?” “You’re an ass,” I snapped. “And yes I’m the main character here and you’re just the villain. The ugly, overweight side character who dies first.”