The Novel Villain Novels & Stories

Vivian was the history; I was just the distraction. The devastation wasn't a sudden explosion. It was a slow, creeping rot. It dismantled the fragile architecture of the "protector" narrative I had been building in my mind. I had been terrified of his enemies, terrified of the mysterious forces trying to tear us apart, but I hadn't prepared for the simplest, oldest villain of all: the fact that he was a man who played games with hearts just as easily as he played with fortunes.

Changing his sitting position, he then said, “You should tell his highness of your intentions, but we might have to wait for a bit before he comes here. The capital is pretty busy trying to cover this case, you see.” A subtle pang of guilt hit my chest. With a disheartened ‘Oh’, I lowered my gaze to the ground. “This is not your fault, you know.” Out of nowhere, that statement appeared. I immediately lifted my gaze to Aran, who was back to his smiley face, wondering what he meant by that. “By now I think you are well aware of who the real enemy is.” In an instant, my sense of alarm kicked in. No one knows that this world is from inside a novel, so normally, I, as one of the characters that o

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Daniela Barnett pushed up her glasses again and said calmly, "Enough with the boasting. I've seen your grades, and I don't recall you getting an A++ in calculus." I rolled my eyes subtly. "So, what response were you expecting when you asked about my grade?" Resting her chin on her hand, Daniela Barnett scrutinized me. "You're quite audacious. Few students speak to a professor like this." Naturally, I respected her as a professor. But Daniela Barnett... I just couldn't see her as a professor. Regarding the six protagonists, including Quentin Bennett, in that dreadful book, I despised them all, without exception. I detested Quentin Bennett's promiscuity and loathed the aggression and dominance

The world setting is a historical fiction romance world that only deal with the Zelda kingdom and some little villages which were likely mention once or twice. [ World plot changes in the villainess character] Annabel ( the villainess mother and force mistress of General Adam) committed suicide few months after giving birth to the villainess, who was placed as maid of the female lead. Growing up from a toddler to a young girl, the villainess never knew the origin of her birth and had always know as a born slave for the General daughter. She was mistreated and abuse on physically by the female lead mother ( lady Becky) who couldn't stand sight of her.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

The author wrote the novel for the villain and the protagonists to fight each other. In terms of IQ, the villain wins. In terms of strength, the villain wins—even though he was disabled. In terms of being a schemer, the villain also wins. In terms of being cruel and merciless? It's the villain who wins. Besides that, the villain is also the head of the clan, one of the most feared by the others to the point that if they heard his name, they would subconsciously shiver. Even though they know that the villain was disabled, they didn't easily laugh or mock him for being so because those who laugh at him and mock him for his disability met a cruel end.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

She was way below his status, but King Kaige was madly in love with her -- or so, the story went. Dante had witnessed it many times in many versions of the story in the book. After the awareness had found him, his memories also returned to him. He remembered how many times he had killed Savina or Kaige Jin. There were times when Aloisia killed Kaige and then, there were also times when Aloisia killed him. Aloisia was the villain of this novel and she was as fictional as she could be. It was the same for Viessa.