Romans & histoires The Reason I Have To Be A Villain

For someone who is willing to risk everything just to survive, I have prepared my best solution. I gave Gina a glance and nodded. Before I called them here I have already to formulate a plan in case plan A would not work. I still have my Ace Card called 'Protagonist persuasive charm.' I might feel guilty about using an innocent person but I have a stronger desire to live until I get back home. I sounded like a villain in the dark. I did say that I will abandon that wicked role but I also didn't say anything that I would become a Santa because I'm not a Santa in the first place. Just the right balance.

Rhys’ POV It's been said that villains have a reason for becoming dark and cruel. They have a reason for letting their souls become corrupted, their pain eating their souls up until they're left with nothing but hate. Everyone has a reason for a particular action, I want to understand Lisa, know why she's been meeting with Sebastian, but as the days passed by, my hate for her becomes stronger. It's weird to hate and despise one's mate, but with Felza's absence, Lisa was eating me up.

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.

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..."

I tell her, thinking of tiny Heather’s big eyes focused on me when she’d think about it, knowing I’d have all the right answers. The witch’s head tilts, “What would you tell her?” She asks, and I smile looking over at the multicolored skies as the sun starts to set. “I’d tell her she was right, but also wrong. I’d say it’s not the things the villain does per say that makes them the villain. It’s the inability to empathize with their opponents point of view. Their inability to know right from wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right.” I tell her, and she ticks her tongue. “Do you still feel that way?”

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.

"Make the whole place calm? When I'm sure that you had something to do with Zenevieva's condition in there, how the hell does monsters like you still exist?" I sighed in frustration and nodded. "I get it, I'm the Villain…I'm the monster and you guys are the saint! But if you could explain to me how I would stab her in an event like this I would be really elated. Explain why I want her dead when I need an heir like my addiction? And why would I stab her when I want to spite you so much and claim her as mine while you watch pathetically?" "Because you're so unpredictable! I can't believe she got hurt that bad? God!! She's so stubborn as to what I can't describe even when I asked her to get the