The Villain Savior Novels & Stories

“I simply saw the actions of everyone around me. Most of the people who saved girls were men. I'm just defaulting to that.” “Actually in the countless stories I read. The male lead usually has a kind heart. And will often help those with unfortunate fates, thereby creating many complexities, and promoting the story to become complicated. Often the very lucky male lead will meet a lot of benefactors or will easily find good things for himself or even those around him who also benefit from the infection.” Phedra Elizabeth was simply lost in her thoughts. “I don't think your thinking is correct. If you are seriously injured. I will tear her to pieces and will help you, save you even lose my own

He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads . ' oh so it was that guy , he's way better than that idíót fiance of mine , let's go see how he looks like ' she thought before leaving the principal's office . She preferred him over the male lead ,a million times . At least he wasn't an hypocrite. There's nothing anyone can tell her that would make her like that Lance. He was the one who turned Jade into a Villian. The moment she went out ,she was ambushed by Lilith who was growing impatient already .

Those good people were only good because some bad people were there to protect them like how badly Hunter protects his family, that was why his mother and sisters were kind people. Silvia had no one to protect her. She had to protect herself and if she became a bad guy just to save herself what was wrong with that? Was saving yourself a bad thing? Protecting yourself makes you a villain. She didn't know but everyone thought she was a villain. Hunter thought that too. Another tear escaped her eye. Why does she have to be so f*cking stupid? She opened her heart to him. She shared her emotions which she had never done before. She felt like a jester.

I forgot about my mate and tried to find out my purpose in living. After a few years of translation, I found out that I am one of three sentries and these tattoos are my identity for that. I searched for the other two sentries, and after a few years, I met a lone warlock in New York named Vante Pittachè he too lost his mate and parents. When I talked with him, he said he already knows about all this but he won't help in protecting that Saviour he loathes his fate and told me the fact I don't know is that we were meant to be lonely till we met that Saviour if we have anyone to care about us they will be dead. What cruelty? Then I get that if we never found the saviour and protect him then we

"Why not?" He smirked and somehow, it made him look hotter than he already was. "You're too naíve if you think I'll let you go just like that now that you've seen what you have." I titled my head at him. "And what did I see, Alpha Evan? How are you an Alpha when you're clearly a witch as well?" I asked, my curiosity overpowering any nervousness I'd felt seconds ago. "That's because I'm both, a witch and a werewolf. A hybrid, so to speak," he stated calmly, as if it was something completely normal. It probably was for him. It was who he was, after all.

He simply replied back in low yet in a firm tone. "Well...duh!" My subconscious mind said. Now, there was an extreme urge inside me to ask him further and to just elaborate the topic and know more about him. "What's not to like in heroes? They save the world" I said. His expression was as always unclear. Gradually shifting his eyes from the laptop's screen to now on me and meeting my eyes, he replied back in a deep voice "A hero might sacrifice you to save the world. The villain would sacrifice the world to save you"

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

I just sat there, blinking occasionally, trying to piece together Roman’s words in a way that made sense. “Hold on,” I said finally, lifting a hand to pause him. “So Savannah is a lovechild born to one of our father’s old… minions? And said minion is now on a murderous rampage to avenge Savannah?” Roman nodded. “Yes.” I nodded too, mostly to convince myself I wasn’t hallucinating. “And the blonde girl outside—Chloe—she’s the villain of Savannah’s story?” He winced. “Not exactly. Her father’s the mastermind. She’s too dumb to pull anything off on her own.”

There was nothing to oppose Kevin's thoughts. However, Trevor stunned everyone when he spoke. "Every story should have a hero, heroine and..." He paused as a smirk enveloped his lips. The girls gulped, staring at him. After a moment of pause, he continued with his deep voice, "And a villain, professor. Heroes have limits, villains have power. But always remember— Villains are not born, they are made."

He smiled, he was putting his life on the line for that, but she was worth it, he raised a shot glass, "Just doing my job." "How does it feel? To save a life ... instead of taking one? No offense ... I mean ... you're ..." He laughed lightly, "None taken ... I know what you mean ... it's just a job ... more often than not, I was saving a life by taking another ... I saved more lives by taking another, it's funny how the world works." "So are you a villain ... or are you a hero?" "It depends on whose side you're on, everyone's a villain in someone's story."