The Villain's Story Novels & Stories

The comments erupted again. [That’s the villainess. What is she doing here?] [We’re doomed. She’s definitely going to help her get the abortion. After all, the female lead only gets into the Cooper family because of those kids.] [The plot’s completely falling apart. There’s no saving this story now.] I stared blankly at the woman they called the villainess. Was she really that cruel? In the original story, she was the male lead’s childhood friend, the girl who had grown up beside him, and the one bound to him by an arranged engagement.

he smiled darkly. "Just like you, he foolishly believed me, and that's why he betrayed you. It was all I wanted anyway. For him to betray you, so you'd be angry about everything that happened and willing to give us your blood. Everything I have told you was a lie. I made you believe that I am a good man, but the truth is that... I'm the real villain in this story," he smirked, and Caspian also joined him. Rage exploded inside me.

“Cut the theatrics, Victor.” He laughed. “You made it further than I thought. I admit, I underestimated the fire in you. But it’s not too late to change the ending.” “I’m here to make sure this is the ending.” He stepped closer, hands still open, still unarmed. “You’re not going to shoot me. Because you want answers. Because somewhere, deep down, you know that I’m not the real villain.” She didn’t flinch. “You tried to kill Killian.” “And he tried to destroy me first,” Victor snapped, his mask slipping. “I built the Graves empire from the shadows. I made him. And the moment he felt strong enough, he turned on me. He took everything.”

“No… I’d never hurt someone innocent, believe me, Olivia, every villain has their own stories…” “Look, I can’t sit here and listen to your crap. Every villain has their own story, that’s the excuse y’all use when shedding blood. I’m willing to forfeit the first place and all if it means not having this dinner, excuse me!” I replied as I stood up abruptly and turned only for him to grab my hand.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

He asked in a rough voice, "Who said you could call me what my mom did?! My mom's not even in her grave yet, and you're already trying to replace her, aren't you?!" The system said, "It's over, kiddo. The villain's darkening level has hit 100%." I did not know what it meant to be completely villainous. All I knew was that Dad was heartbroken and furious! He was like a wild animal pushed to the edge. Julia looked scared, quickly moving closer to Grandpa. "Honey, if the child dislikes me this much, maybe I should just go..." Grandpa, already a volcano of anger, turned even redder. "She's my wife and your elder! How can you talk to your own mother that way?!"

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!