The Reason I Have To Be A Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

"You are not a villain. I want to be clear about that because I think you may have come here half expecting me to say otherwise. You are a frightened woman who found a mechanism that worked and used it long past the point where it was defensible. That is a very human thing to do. It does not make you evil. It makes you someone who needs to stop." "I don't know what you..."

"Why are you doing this? You could have run. You could have hidden. You could have let them take me and gone on with your life." Liora was silent for a long moment. She stared into the fire, her face unreadable. "I have spent my entire life being the villain," she said. "And it's tiring. I'm tired of it." "Tired of what?" "Tired of being angry. Tired of being bitter. Tired of being this person with an ugly heart. I want to live for once." Her voice cracked. I had never heard her sound like that. "I killed my own mother," she continued. "I betrayed you. I betrayed everyone. And I told myself it was because I had no choice. Because you had everything and I had nothing. Because I was the victim

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

That's why I have been avoiding her for almost a year now. If not for Gianni, I would not have called her. She ruined what we had and I still don’t like how she chose to do it. If she had just plainly confessed her feelings to me when it was just the two of us, it would have been so much easier to forget and get over but no, she had to go and create a big scene and turn me into a villain in front of everyone. Not that I mind being a villain. I have been a villain since the day I was born into the Riccardi family. Being a villain is the only thing I know. It's a badge that I wear with pride.

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

Just like the monster that killed without any emotions. My blood turned to ice. I wondered how stupid I was earlier to let him affect me. He was bad news. He was the clear definition that villains were not always ugly. Some came with the most charming face and alluring physique but that didn't make them less of a villain. “What does this mean for me?” My voice was barely audible. “Be loyal and consider your family protected. Double cross me and they're out.” “I don't want any bloodshed.” “It's simple. Act right and play your role well.”

He whispered, hovering around me like a predator toying with his prey. I sucked in a sharp breath " No. I'm only doing this because we need to stop whatever or whoever is doing this to us. They took my father. They tried to take me. I want to know why." I knew why they wanted me. But for what? He closed his eyes, inhaling the air and probably my scent as I stood stiff, refusing to look away from him. Tilting my chin even higher with one hand, he answered "I want the same thing. I would like to meet the villain who makes people forget that I exist." I pushed his hand away and took much needed space from him. My sanity depended on it. Nana Meredith hadn't been exaggerating about his beauty dev

"Yоu dоn't bеlong tо this wоrld. Yоu're. innосent. Gеnuinе. Yоu dоn't hаve аn аngle оr а hiddеn motive. Thаt's rаre fоr mе." I аm tаken аbаck by his wоrds аnd cаn feel а wаrmth rising intо my chееks. I fiddle with my hаnds, unsurе оf whаt tо sаy. After а pаuse, I stееl mysеlf tо аsk thе question thаt hаs been niggling аt mе аll аlong. "Why dоn't yоu just leаve thе mаfiа? If it's sо dаngerous аnd full оf betrаyаl, why nоt wаlk аwаy?"