Novel & Cerita The Reason I Have To Be A Villain

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.

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.

But Camilla, she killed and tormented for her amusement. She did terrible things just because she found it entertaining. That is what is scary: a villain with a clear motive can be somewhat changed. But someone who kills merely for fun isn’t someone who can be trusted. I have heard from my parents about how the people who were considered villains actually thought they were helping the world. Yes, they caused a lot of harm but in their opinions, they really thought they were changing the world. Others believed that you need to burn the world down first so you can build it up.

“To dumb it down, everyone hates you so much. They would rather gush out their eyes than see you win this game." The system's voice was steady, calm, void of emotions, but to Melissa it felt a sharp iron rod to her chest. She knew she was hated, but for them to be willing to inflict pain on themselves just as not to see her victorious was just psychopathic. “As for your second question, why do you have to be the villain?" the system continued casually as though reading the weather. “Because being evil suits you, besides you had one of those most gruesome betrayals in your past life, so I am certain you can channel just enough anger to make this game the hottest thing on national television."

And the second, I’m laughing like a child who got the attention of his crush. Around her. I do feel like a fucking child. Everything I know and that I have gone disappears and I find myself Turing to find the right words. Trying to do the right thing. Should I mention how hard as fuck that is? I used to think righteous people were weak and that’s why they followed roles and had airtight principles. Now that I’m trying to not be a cruel bastard. I’m seeing how much harder it is to be good than to be bad. Being a villain or a scary alpha is the easiest route. And I guess that makes us fucking weak and not the other way around.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

"Who?" I didn’t answer. Because the next name… Was someone I’d once bled beside. And if he turned on us, I wasn’t sure I could stay calm. But I’d fake it. I always did. And somewhere in the back of my mind, Roman’s last words echoed like a gunshot: “She won’t survive if she’s not feared. Make sure they fear her. Even if it means becoming the villain in her story.” I never wanted to be the villain. Not to her.

"He loved power more." Elena's head shook, retreating. "No. He must've had a reason. Perhaps he was threatened. Perhaps—" "Maybe you've been defending a memory that no longer exists." She balled her fists. "You think it's about you being the hero?" "No," he said. "I'm the villain of your story. I knew that a long, long time ago." Her eyes pricked over, but she made them not fall. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

In reality, she’s just the easiest way to break him. I caught Kai’s eye from across the lawn. I didn't hide. I didn't smirk. I just gave him a slow, mocking nod. I wanted him to know it was me. What’s the point of a trap if the prey doesn't know who set it? He started toward me, his hands balled into fists, but Ava grabbed his arm. She was crying now. Good. Tears make for a better story when the campus blog picks this up in an hour. So, here’s the thing about being the villain. People think it’s about hate. It’s not. It’s about balance. Kai had the girl, the fame, and the future. I just wanted my turn.

“Is that why the hunters are after her? To kill her and stop the plague?” “Yes,” I answer this time around. “They're doing a noble cause if you think about it, them trying to kill the person that can destroy their world, their homes. If it were in a book, I'll be the villain and they'll be the heroes.” “Youre wrong Ivy,” Karl says, jaw clenched. “They're not doing a noble cause, and in my book you're not a villain.” “Yeah,” Damon agrees. “Sometimes villains are just given to misunderstood characters because a story needs a hero. I won't stand by and let them kill you, there has to be a way out.”