Novel & Cerita The Villain Wants To Live

"Although I am deeply moved, I still have to uphold my role as a player's savior. Host, except from getting you out of the game completely, I can grant you one wish." Jana's heart sped up. She hastened her foot with renewed strength. "Just one wish? Vivien, you're too stingy!" "You can always say no and let's forget about it. We can always—" "Revive the king," she decided, "only the king can complete my task. As the villain, I should be the reason why this kingdom falls. I want him to renounce war. Revive him." Vivien issued a victorious background music. "Tadaa! Done, host! I already did since the moment you threw yourself on the ground. I have the best initiative in all systems."

“You’ve been using this body for too long,his soul’s thread is dissolving.” I tilted my head. “It doesn’t matter. I only need him alive long enough for the story to end my way.” Her gaze flicked up at me,half amusement, half admiration. “Ever the strategist. One might almost mistake you for the villain of your own legend.” I smiled faintly, stepping closer to the slab. “Villains don’t crave what’s pure,” I said. “They destroy it. I intend to keep mine.” Kaela’s grin widened. “Ah, obsession,the language of kings and monsters.”

He scans her, " I hope you aren't sad to see this. What can I do? I chose to stay Villain in your story because I don't like the choice of humanity and inhumanity!" His hand reaches her face, brushing her cheek, " How could I let my enemy have a beautiful wife like you with such a cute girl? What I can't have and what he has, I have to destroy them, shouldn't I? This is how we worked, remember? Destroy those that are obstacles to our paths!" Oryx's calm stays stable as she counts every one of his words. Not only did he steal her daughter from the hospital, but also she was played by him multiple times.

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

Since the day she fell off the cliff and became a vampire who had to live in the dark and survive on blood, she has learned that being kind will never get her anywhere. She had to kill others in order to survive; it was difficult and painful at first, and it made her wretch, but she could only turn into ashes if she didn't feed herself. She didn't want to die when she was given a second chance. She was even merciful enough to leave them with their bodies intact and didn't pursue Isabelle or her daughter. Weren't they supposed to express their appreciation? Vanity felt so wronged to be cast as the villain in this entire scenario. She simply defended herself and did not say anything else. How

the queen asked. "I don't think how I feel is of any importance." Evena answered. The queen laughed out loud. "You are very funny, aren't you Evena? The first thing you will learn here in Salvatore is to be polite. Now, let me rephrase my question, how do you feel about being here to serve me? And remember, don't lie because I will be able to tell." "I wasn't planning on lying. I hate it here in Salvatore, vampires make my skin crawl. I especially hate the fact that I am going to serve an heartless murderer like you." Evena replied bluntly.

I cried. She leaned closer to where I was, “Of course, and I am what? A villain? A sadist? I am a fucking victim!” she roared in my face. “What do you want from me?” I asked, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She smiled, “what do I want? Nothing.” I stared at her in disbelief she wouldn’t go through all this just to… “Harl wants a life he shouldn’t have, he thinks after taking Zephan down that there is peace, but they shouldn’t be,” she whispered, more like she was talking to herself.

He was right to not say yes. "Arthur will definitely be turning to dishonest methods to force me to give it up. I'm worried that they'll go after you." I knew this would be the case. The villains in traditional TV shows were like that, only going after the children and women the other side cared about. That was all they could do. "Come after me? You seem to have forgotten who I am. Stick to your principles and tell them to come over here. If those people really dare to mess with me, I'll show them why they shouldn't."

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]