The Villain Wants To Live 소설 & 이야기

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

Just like the monster that killed without any emotions. My blood turned to ice. I wondered how stupid I was earlier to let him affect me. He was bad news. He was the clear definition that villains were not always ugly. Some came with the most charming face and alluring physique but that didn't make them less of a villain. “What does this mean for me?” My voice was barely audible. “Be loyal and consider your family protected. Double cross me and they're out.” “I don't want any bloodshed.” “It's simple. Act right and play your role well.”

“And for the wolf… what would you want to do with him?” His smirk grew wider and his grip tensed, chucking back the question that left me speechless. “What would you want to do with him?” Vander stared at me for a while, the threw series of scornful laughter. “You don’t even know, have you? I am not that evil to kill someone that costs you more than an entire territory. I want him to live long… so distant that he must witness how his mate turns away from him and bear someone’s child.”

Death is the only ending for the villains. "Y-You.. motherf*cker! Double-crosser! Dirty filthy rat liar!" The Lord of Crimes yapped like a dog. "Aren't you afraid we'll kill Adharia Valler?!" Claire shrieked. Ah, she's no naive. Siri says your broken butt can't even afford me, much less end my life. Dumb brat. You know, your face is like an exam, even people don't want to think about it. Duh! Jealousy is in your DNA, suck it up brat!

I'd rather fight and lose than never fight at all. I'd rather be the villain in their story than the victim in my own. So I was going to seduce Kian Ashford. I was going to make him fall for me just enough. I was going to use him exactly the way they'd all been using me. And I wasn't going to feel guilty about it. Not even a little bit. Because this was survival. And I was done apologizing for wanting to live.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

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.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”