The Villain Only Wants To Live A Buddhist Life Novels & Stories

“Then explain why you’ve changed. I have a kingdom to run, Lady Elena. I don’t have time for your new games.” Duty. The first excuse on his list. I bit my tongue. I couldn’t tell him the truth. There was no way to explain that I had woken up inside a book, or that I knew how his story ended, or that the man standing in front of me would make the choices that led to the death of the woman he claimed to love. So I gave him the simplest answer I had. "I have other things to worry about." "Such as?" "My family." Something changed in his expression. It was small, but I saw it.

She had been listening, had understood the situation's urgency, and had prepared accordingly. Kael looked at the three people who were now tied to him through various forms of contract and pragmatic alliance. A Void-tier entity sealed in a merchant's disguise. A veteran knight recovering from wounds that should have killed him. A fourteen-year-old who had nowhere else to go. And himself. A foreign soul in a villain's body, with a Class that had existed three times in history and failed three times, heading toward a collapsed region to attempt building something from ruins while Imperial pursuit forces potentially closed the distance behind them.

“Fuckkk! What am I saying? The moon goddess can't come down to Clean mere mortals. And even if she fucking dose. It’d be men with value,men without sin, righteous and moral men. But Benedict was the opposite. He has no value in him, and disposes of righteousness, Evil is etched in his heart and he would rather kill a thousand men than save a soul. “How the fucking hell did his dirty ass not die?” I yelled in my head, searching for an answer, despite knowing that no one would give me the answer I required. My grip tightened on the chair I sat on, thinking of what to do. “If only I killed him with my hands, fed him his body till he was left with nothing. Threw him as a corpse to the woods, for

None of you stand a chance against us! Frank shook his head. "What you're saying is impossible. Your kind is simply more gifted, while martial artists are less, and that's the only reason you're stronger than most martial artists." Baldie dropped to his knees with a thud, shaking his head repeatedly as there was nothing more that could tear him up inside. He had always believed that even if he was not divine, he was still an envoy among the mortals like the priests and monks in fiction. Naturally, he was convinced that the day would come when he transcends his mortality or at least reincarnates as a billionaire.

' Janice murmured. She was putting up an act of a loving mother infront of her so that to gain her sympathy. But what did she think of alisha who would believe anything she says. She had mistaken her for the former alisha. She was sensitive and silent. Who would believe anything that she says and would silently stay as she tortures her. But this alisha would strike back ten times if she get biten even one time. Or she would even strike before one could bite her. She was version of a demons or a devil. She kills anyone without hesitation even if that person is related to her by blood.

There isn't anything underneath the composure that he can use. There was. I discovered this gradually, over weeks that accumulated with the particular cruelty of time that passes when you are trying to prevent something from happening. Jin Muyeon was — I catalogued this with professional discipline and resented every item in the catalogue — not what I had expected. I had expected the version of him I'd constructed from the murim world's collective description: the Heavenly Saint, the Smiling Blade, the man who deployed charm like a weapon and managed relationships with the precision of a general managing terrain. That version I could navigate. I had grown up in a pleasure house. I knew how t

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Fine! My whole life has been miserable. I'm living in vain; misery is like a daily routine in my entire existence. Fuck this life, fuck those people, fuck all of them. “Ah, I'll shoot you all!” I shouted in frustration, until the church door cracked open. A white man came out; his fitted shirt molded to his entire body, as if sculpted by Greek gods. I'm fixated on his physique, and when I look at his face, I'm stunned. His face is like a miracle in this living hell.

the girl said. "Come on Claw, the Eternal chaos is hardly a contraband plant. Besides, we don't know if it's all evil." Lily replied. "Lily, the Eternal chaos made a bunny, literally the most calm and cute animal fight a cat to death. It's isn't ordinary." Lily had a thoughtful look on her face, "Maybe, I should just administer a little to Lavender, he would go batshit crazy then Ryder would have no option but to send him to a relative in another pack. And Ryder would be all mine."