The Villain's Pov Novels & Stories

His smile was wicked, triumphant, and for the first time, I saw the true depth of his cruelty. “You should have listened to me, Pamela,” Victor said, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re not a victim in this story. You’re the villain. You always have been.” I took a step back, confusion crashing into me like a tidal wave. “What are you talking about?” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “I’m not the villain. I’ve been trying to stop this—everything. I didn’t—” “No,” Victor interrupted, cutting me off. “You didn’t understand. You’re part of a much larger design, Pamela. You think I’m the mastermind behind everything, but no. You’ve been manipulated. You’ve always been.”

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

"Dr. Jhero wants us all to become part of his world domination thing, and although we don't want to become part of it, we don't have a choice but to agree, or else our families— their families will be either become zombies or be dead." Of course, all of the villains in stories use feelings and emotions as their greatest weapon against the protagonist, and when that happens, protagonists don't have a choice but to be controlled by the hands of the villain. The same goes in real life, when the bad person uses your feelings as a weapon against you, you don't have a choice but to bend down and give in.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

He killed his own father for heaven's sake. In the novel, he was described as someone who didn't feel any guilt, sorrow, or love and has a hobby of torturing his prisoners. But of course, it changed when he met the heroine. I didn't think it was love, but he became quite obsessed with the heroine and did all sorts of crazy things in order to possess her. The point is, he was a devil with the face of an angel. And that devil was currently standing in front of me. How come the villain and the villainess met at the marketplace? Fuck! This isn't supposed to happen!

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

“Your control over the external currents of the Shadow is almost beautiful to witness.” “You tricked me,” I snarl, the betrayal tasting like ash in my mouth. “You lied about everything! You used me! Used me to hurt hundreds of innocent people!” He gives a light, dismissive shrug, entirely unconcerned by my moral outrage. “I am, officially, the designated villain of this story, my dear. What, truly, did you expect? Tea and earnest honesty?” Shadows instantly leap from behind him, aggressive tendrils grabbing every single limb of my body, twisting tight. They burn cold and hot simultaneously, and for one agonizing second, I feel them attempting to anchor themselves back inside my very chest, s

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

As she accused him with a finger waving at him as she glared at him hotly. “I’ll do whatever it takes. If it means repairing or burning bridges, I’m prepared to do it. Hell, what’s that saying going around on social media? ‘I’m not a hero. I’m the villain. The hero sacrifices himself for you. While I, as the villain. Will burn the world for you.” He resembled someone reciting a passage from a Shakespearean play as he spoke. So, he saw himself for what? A villain. Although Rebecca found satisfaction in that thought, it was irrelevant to the confrontation.