The Novel Villain Novels & Stories

“He is involved with the mafia, Lizzie. He has enemies in every corner of the world, which means that even if I choose to spend the rest of my life with him, I will need to be cautious. Wherever I go, I will have security with me for my safety, and I won’t be able to do anything freely.” “But that doesn’t change the fact that you like him,” she giggles. I pause and let out a sigh. “I know.” I love Zack, but I can’t help feeling scared sometimes. He talked to me about one of his biggest enemies, a guy named Marcellus. Zack has explained how Marcellus is making plans to bring him down, which left me feeling anxious and worried about his safety.

I had grown cold, calculating, using my charms to manipulate him into becoming vulnerable to me. It was only a matter of time, I guess. As the sun dared to peek through the gray clouds, casting a dim light upon the camp, I found myself standing at a crossroads. Revenge pulsed through my veins, but the weight of its consequences bore heavily upon my soul. I had suddenly realized that vengeance alone would not heal my wounds; it would only prolong my suffering, spreading darkness where I still yearned for light.

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

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.

“Shut up! Do you expect me to believe those lies of yours you cowardly s***!” “Please, please. Just this once, believe. Me.” More than just horror, but bloody hate that Daniela immediately felt inside her heart. With her hands clench and tight, she wonders, and that tiny part of her mind if everything that she is currently seeing and hearing is all, but a joke. A tormenting joke and nothing but a nightmare. “What is all of this? Why is this?” “The past that can make someone who's pure-hearted turn into the perfect antagonist of every book. The perfect backstory that the greatest villain could have. Don’t you think, Daniela?”

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

The time is between the medieval age and the steam age. Villains They are everyone's enemy. We all hate them. Don't we? But what if I told you they weren't as bad as you may think. A story may exist without a particular hero (protagonist) ,but a story cannot exist without a good villain. The villain is always the main character. The main show. All a hero does is give the story a satisfying, not-tragic ending. But what's the fun in that? In fact, some heroes are actually villains in some people's lives. Villains are just heroes with a broken heart.

That there was no longer any way I could deny it. ...I was living inside the last werewolf novel I’d read... but I wasn’t the protagonist of this story. I was the villainess.