Novel & Cerita The Reason I Have To Be A Villain

"Why was I not asked the same? When I woke up, I was already tasked to be the 'villain'." "Well... maybe that's because the villain's role is hard to play. The system personally hand-picked several people to play it. They consider the person's attitude and decision-making skills before giving them a resolute role to play inside. You, are a villain through and through." 'Now that's quite confusing. I never once labeled myself a 'bad girl'. "Why did you pick to be the villain's lackey? No matter how I looked at it, you had the golden thumb offered to you but you chose to make it harder for yourself."

He crouched down to my height and replied, "Pathetic, yes. But unfortunately, you're far from a villain. People like you do not get such titles, because you're the type that goes around to casually cause havoc, then disappear into thin air when the whole thing blows up. You hide away somewhere and go ahead with your life, tuning out the noise from the havoc you previously caused. You're the reason for good girls who are bad girls that haven't been caught." He stood up to his full height again, beginning to pace about in front of me. "People like me, however," He continued with a sigh, "people like me get the villain tag and pay for our sins in full, whether we like it or not. That said, I'm

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

"Jane." "It doesn't mean, we are the villain of their story we should live in it. Don't forget that you have your story to tell too. Don't let your story die because of how they kill you in their story." I wanted to make sense but I couldn't seem to do it. Maybe because we share the same belief while I was still in denial. I wanted to fight even if deep inside this seemed to be hopeless. "Villains don't have hope in their hearts, they'll just fight until they die. Brainless desperate in their story and would always be defeated." She spoke to trigger me more.

But I lost everything. Because of my greed. Because of jealousy. Because of Diana. Or maybe… because of me. My cellmate laughed in her sleep, breaking the silence. I turned away and faced the wall again. I would never wear a wedding dress. Never open a business. Never hear anyone call me “Mommy.” I destroyed too many lives, including mine. Maybe… I really was the villain. And villains never get happy endings.

"A good reason you're gonna take my deal because if you don't, I'll have one of killers in the world of the living kill that only child of yours, you love him, don't you?" "I don't kill innocent people, Hades, I kill evil men" "That's why you're special, you're continuing from where you stop, pretending to be a hero, killing the bad people in the name of saving good people, you're the Villain" "I'm not the Villain, you're pushing me to take this deal" "I'm not, you're free to reject but you'll suffer down here forever or you take my deal, become an independent eternal whose soul doesn't belong me but do my bidding"

The reason I really don't know, with this mindset I can guess the reason, and thinking is still thinking. Why is everything so easy? I could easily open the portal and send everyone away without any problems, right in front of the villain. Why can't Arina do it? Thinking about it over and over is the issue. “It's been a long time.” Anyway, I'm sure there's something wrong with that, that bad guy once brutally killed my mother, needless to say his character, his temperament is no better.” “Who is this? Well, it's my weak brother.” The tone of disdain was annoying.

Just as my eyelids started to feel heavy, my phone buzzed. Jace: The Villain totally deserved to win. I rolled my eyes, a small smile tugging at my lips. Me: Are you serious? He was literally a psychopath. Jace: So? At least he was consistent. The hero was just annoying. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a laugh. This was classic Jace—always rooting for the morally corrupt characters. Me: Okay, well, explain how stabbing an innocent person made sense then? Jace: Survival instinct. If you think about it—

I shudder at my own thoughts, how did I become such a villain? “Its not villainy if you’re saving people.” I remind myself and continue wearing my plastic smile.

"Give me one reason not to pull the trigger." Victor looked at me. His eyes were wet. "Because I am your father." "That is not enough." "Because I love you." "That is not enough either." "Because if you kill me, you become me. You become the monster. The killer. The villain. And I do not want that for you." I stared at him. The gun was heavy in my hand. "Please, Mira. Do not become me." I lowered the gun. Victor exhaled.