Novel & Cerita The Villain Wants To Live Chapter 1

She had my body, so I couldn’t upset her. She knew no limits when it came to hurting others. “Punish you? It is not punishment. I have done nothing yet. It is only the beginning for you. You will get to see what it feels like to be a villain. In the meantime, I will live the life I deserve, I will have a mate, who loves me. I will get to share a bed with him.” as she explained what she had for me next, my jaw met the floor. “You will not do that,” I warned her in a shaky tone.

“Pull out those powers buried in you right now. And prove to the council member that you are not a dormant to save your ass. Unless, otherwise, you choose to become a villain in this story. “And like all the stories out there. At the end of the story, the villain dies. Luciano, just please listen to me. My people won’t be villains. We won’t let our pack die. “We cannot allow ourselves to be the villain in your story, and neither should you. All the council members are on the way coming here for you now, to take your power. “And for once, in a lifetime and forever, we are going to allow your powers to flow in our Packlands again. A piece of advice for you. If you can’t fight us, Don't try to

Long milky blonde hair with a pair of red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby bookstore to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. And I, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley on the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That's the title! That's the book that I want to read! I didn't sleep peacefully instead I died young! And to add salt to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in the Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous

But she wasn’t sure if she had just stepped into a trap… Or set one. --- End of Chapter 1

The same Dylan who would grow up to become the villain of the novel. A villain whose spiraling descent into darkness would be triggered by a singular, devastating betrayal: the cold, unfeeling rejection from his mother. Her hands trembled in indecision, hovering awkwardly in the air as she grappled with conflicting emotions. Should she reach out to him? Comfort him? She was all too aware of the story—knew the path that lay ahead. In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband.

My throat tightened, my eyes blurring with tears. How ironic I thought we might meet the same fate. The crowd suddenly became quite, heavy footsteps echoed , descending down, I looked up as the chief walked heavily dressed with fur and gold, each step he took I grow more tense, my heart quicken beating rapidly like a drum. His shrewd like face came into view, with slagging cheek he smirked as he stared at me. I looked at him with hatred, his eyes held wicked glint, I looked away, gritting my teeth. He had the right to take my life or inflict unbearable pain at me only for his own sick pleasure. I wanted it over, taking large gulps I breathed in.

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And in the shadows, moving faster than human eyes could track, a figure stepped forward. Victor. Smiling. And behind him… Another version of her mother. Both staring at Ariana. And in a voice that made her blood run cold: “Now, we begin.” End of Chapter 147.

***"Chapter 59: The Reader Becomes the Villain." "I didn't mean for it to be like this," the girl whispered. Her voice was like thunder, vibrating through the floor and shaking my very molecules. "I just wanted to read a good story. I wanted to see if the Knight and the Origin would finally find a home. But you... you looked at me. You looked at the thumbprint. You broke the rules." She pressed the pen into the soft skin of her palm. She began to write again. ***"The ink began to boil."***