Novel & Cerita The Reason I Have To Be A Villain

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

King Edward softly spoke, and I swallowed hard because my tears glistened in my eyes like they were about to come out. “King Edward, why are you tolerating my actions? I have committed something bad at Abigail, and provoked Lady Maureen so she would hurt me.” I mumbled, sounded sad because of the guilt in my heart. He laughed hard before he shook his head, making my mouth hang open in disbelief. “Did you know that every villain has their back story? I don't think you are the protagonist but the villains who's been trying to revenge against those bitches. Just do what you want because I know you will never fight them back if they don't hurt you first.”

“I see that you used me to start a war.” “Wars need sparks,”He didn’t deny it. Instead, he said simply. “You lit one. And now, you have a choice.” “A choice? You think there’s a choice left for me?” I laughed once, bitter. “He hates me. Everyone hates me.” “Exactly,” he said softly. “You’re free now.” That made me pause. “If they’ve already made you the villain, why waste time pretending to be the victim?”He took a slow step closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. “Be what they fear. Learn to use it. Learn to move.”

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”

"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

"You don't know the half of the things I've done. I'm an ex-assassin. I'm not just bad, I'm horrible. Red knows it too. That's why he broke up with me" "He doesn't hate you, I know that. Why else would you still be here?" I said, folding my arms. She scoffed. "I'm not a very happy person. I thought I could make new friends but Dahlia already hates me. No matter how much I try to be good, I'm just never good enough. I tried to start a conversation with Dahlia and I messed it up. I don't know.... I guess, being the villain suits me better" . "You don't know that" I said.

Still, I want to push him a little further to see what he thinks makes him different from a hero or a villain. “What’s so different between a villain and a monster?” I say, crossing my arms and keeping my eyes focused ahead. “A villain has a story…a reason for being what he is. A monster is born bad. They don’t need a reason to destroy, only the urge to do so. They don’t have a conscious or guilt when they do horrible things.” His words send a cold chill down the back of my neck. “And you think you’re someone with no conscious and have no urge to be anything other than what you were born to be? Because saving my life doesn’t sound like what you define a monster to be.” I point out.

Not even close. I hated this. I hated him for making me feel like this. And I hated myself for still wanting him, even after everything. But I told myself I had no choice. If I wanted to protect what was left of me—and maybe even protect him—then I had to be the villain in his story. Because if I wasn’t… we’d both go down.