Novel & Cerita The Villain's Story

“Scarlet, thank you for raising two such outstanding sons for me for years. I’m really pleased with them.” I stormed over, and with rage on my face, I slapped them all in the face. “Cheaters!” When they saw this, the words started popping up like mushrooms after rain. [What’s wrong with the villainess? How dare she hit the protagonists?] [She was just asked to help raise the boy. She’s so petty. As a villainess, she should know her place!] Wendy got worked up and started yelling at me. “Scarlet, you jinx! How dare you hit your own husband?! I’m going to get Steven to divorce you right now!”

And yet he had done both. That alone made him dangerous. “I’ve survived this long without you,” she said. He nodded once. “And you almost didn’t tonight.” The words landed harder than she expected. Her jaw tightened, but she did not argue. There was no point. They both knew the truth of it. The wolves who had been hunting her were not random. They had known where to find her. They had known how to corner her. And worst of all, they had known she was worth something. Aria pushed that thought aside quickly.

"You really are just as naive as the rest of your arrogant bloodline, aren't you?" He leaned forward, elbows on knees. "You sit there in your silver chains, barking like a loyal little guard dog, defending a legacy built on a mountain of corpses," he said. "You think you know the history of this valley? You think those pretty leather-bound books in your manor tell the truth? Let me tell you a story, little Alpha. About the witches, and what your precious father did to them." The villain blew a thin layer of white dust off his file, his eyes gleaming with sickening amusement.

"Jane." "It doesn't mean, we are the villain of their story we should live in it. Don't forget that you have your story to tell too. Don't let your story die because of how they kill you in their story." I wanted to make sense but I couldn't seem to do it. Maybe because we share the same belief while I was still in denial. I wanted to fight even if deep inside this seemed to be hopeless. "Villains don't have hope in their hearts, they'll just fight until they die. Brainless desperate in their story and would always be defeated." She spoke to trigger me more.

"But they haven't won the girl. If you stay with me now, they’ll kill us both. If you play the victim, you stay in the light. You stay where you can find the key to the Trust’s vault. You become the hunter I made you to be." He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was less of a goodbye and more of a branding. It was raw, suffocating, and tasted of the chemicals that had nearly erased her. It was the kiss of a man who would rather be hated by the world than lose the only person who understood his darkness. "I am the villain in your story, Ivy," he whispered against her lips. "Make them believe it. Make it the most beautiful lie they’ve ever heard."

Villains are just heroes with a broken heart. Whether the villain may be a person or bad weather or an undead being or delay or eve the hero itself.,they add all the spice that's needed in a story. It's usually just a misunderstood character. The villain is the base of a story. And this story starts with the birth of a villain. ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

“Everything we did is as a reaction to the evils you and your minions have perpetuated in past decades.” “How interesting,” he said. “You must think you know something.” He scoffed. “You all must think I am the big bad villain in this story, but I promise you I'm not.” His eyes turned dark, and he held me even tighter. “If anything, you are.” “You, your brother, and our sick father are the real villains in this story,” he seethed. “I wasn't the one who impregnated an unsuspecting witch and tried to kill her in a bid to cover up his infidelity.”

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.