Scum Villain's Self-saving System Novel Novels & Stories

I was beginning to think the man simply materialized in rooms, that he didn't travel between them so much as decide where to be and then be there. He was at the far end reviewing something on a tablet. He didn't look up when I came in. He had the ability to make not-looking feel like looking, which was a quality I was cataloguing with increasing attention. My first scene was the confrontation between the traitor and the villain. My character had been caught — not fully exposed, just suspected. The net beginning to tighten in the methodical way of someone very good at their work. The scene required the traitor to talk his way out, to stand inside the villain's scrutiny and hold still long eno

That man in the library wasn’t just trouble, he was a door, a path leading straight to His Majesty… and maybe to my own safety in this cold, haunted palace. Right there, I made a promise to myself that I would never let anyone use me as a pawn again. From now on, I would be the one moving the pieces. I didn’t need to be a white wolf, I didn’t need a wolf at all. I was going to be an omega who survived. And I wouldn’t just survive, I would play to win. I would become the villain they feared… and I would come out on top.

“Why are you so selfish, Dickson? You don’t love me. You hate me; that’s why you’re forcing me to stay with you despite you being poor, pathetic, and broken.” “But…” My protests died as Scar suddenly lunged at me, her transformation happening in the blink of an eye. Her claws—no longer human fingernails but deadly wolf talons—dug deep into my flesh. Blood, hot and thick, flowed from the wounds as she smiled at me—a cruel, predatory smile I never thought my mate could wear. In that blood-chilling instant, I knew she was out to kill me. “Getting rid of you will let me live a better life.”

But оne thing’s fоr surе: I’m nоt letting аnyоne gеt closе tо mе, nоt Kyren, nоt Mаrcellus, nоt аnyоne. I steр оut оf thе rеstаurаnt, my guаrds fаlling in linе bеhind mе аs I mаke my wаy tо thе limo. Thе night is cool, thе strеets quiet, but my mind is аnything but. Thеrе’s аlwаys аnоthеr movе tо mаke, аnоthеr thrеаt tо neutrаlize. Becаuse in this gаmе, yоu dоn’t win by plаying nicе. You win by being ruthless.

“ you know you acted really smart to save the love of your life , you put me in jail , forever , I had seved 5 years , five fucking years for a crime , you know I never committed “ Amelia whispered going more closer to him till they were both starting at tech other . “Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so

I felt a different range of emotions going through me at the moment, trying to handle this new situation I was in. ‘Aurelia is the villainess of the otome game I enjoyed playing. She never had a good ending even if the heroine got a bad ending. She is a character not allowed to have happiness. I am here now but I won’t let my fate in the game happen to me.’ I was squeezing the covers on top of me tightly to the point my knuckles whiten. I wouldn’t allow myself to die just because I was the villainess. I will survive and find a happy ending.

And that neglect had festered for years, rotting me from the inside. As I deepened my thoughts, my hands trembled violently. I reached for the glass on the table and smashed it against the edge, watching it shatter into glittering shards. My pulse thundered, and I pressed one jagged piece into my palm until blood welled, thick and crimson. The sting seared me alive, but the pain only sharpened my voice. “People call me the villain,” I hissed, staring at the blood dripping down my wrist, pooling on the floor. “But I am not the villain. I am the reckoning. I am the bitch fate never accounted for.”

Done sacrificing myself for a man who'd never deserved it. I was choosing me. Choosing my baby. Choosing survival. And if that made me the villain in Damon's story, then so be it. I'd be the villain who got away. The villain who built a life he'd never be part of. The villain who won by leaving. And someday, maybe years from now, when he finally learned the truth about everything, when he realized how badly he'd fucked up, when he understood what he'd lost, it would be too late. I'd be gone.

He returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.

She hated the way everyone here was staring at her, it made her feel very naked and vulnerable, and then his own stares made her feel completely stupid and she felt her self worth dropping; guess she had to endure this for her mom’s sake as well. Suddenly she felt someone coming towards her, and suddenly hoping that it was Vincent, she turned only to meet the horrifying looking old man who stood there with a smirk on his face. Hello beautiful, I want to fuck you. He said simply and her eyes widened, and slowly her eyes moved to his pants only to see how hard he already was. She froze from what she had heard and saw, and then she took a seductive step closer to him, and whispered right to his