The Reason I Have To Be A Villain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?”

She wanted me to become the reason he'd despise me with all his heart. This old woman really wants to turn me into the villain.

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.

I huffed but before I could move Sylvain had my chin snared between his fingers. "Answer me," the words came out as an order, "please." "I'm not one of your wolves. You can't just command me," I snarled. "I know that," he murmured, "but I need to know." "Why must there be some reason behind why I did what I did? Can't you just accept that I'm not the good guy? No one made me the villain in their narrative. I AM one. Will always be regarded as one, so stop trying to find a sliver of light when only inky darkness remains," I warned with less of a bite than I intended.

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.

As if I hadn’t seen right through his weak attempt at playing me. It was almost insulting how little they thought of me. If they were going to paint me as the villain in their story, the least they could do was acknowledge just how dangerous I could be. I wasn’t a monster. Not really. But a villain? Well, maybe. I mean, we’re all villains in someone’s story, aren’t we? The way I saw it, I was just trying to survive. This world didn’t reward the weak. It was survival of the fittest, and I was born to win. I had to win.

He returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.

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.

“Why?” “Because you deserve to stand on your own,” he said softly. “And because if I’m going to be the villain in your story, I’d rather you have something to fight for.” She stared at him, stunned into silence. “You think this makes you the villain?” He leaned closer, eyes steady on hers. “I know what I am, Liana. Men like me don’t get to be heroes. We build worlds for others — and destroy the ones that threaten them.”