The Villain Wants To Live One More Day Novels & Stories

" The video ended, leaving us staring at a blank screen. "That was a threat," Rachel said unnecessarily. "He's not just planning to capture you. He's planning something catastrophic." "He's embracing being a villain," Lena observed. "Leaning into the monster narrative instead of fighting it. That's... concerning. It suggests he's made peace with whatever he's planning to do." "He's right about one thing," Damian said grimly. "We did back him into a corner with no escape. That makes him unpredictable and willing to take risks he wouldn't have considered before."

“All that crap you just said to me and this is how you want to spend my last moments? Looking for a cure that doesn’t exist?” “What, would you prefer I didn’t? Did you want to die?” “How can you even ask me that?!” I shouted, getting angry again. “God, you are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met. All I’ve done since coming to this world is try to survive. To live just a little bit longer. I’d go to sleep every single night wondering if someone was going to kidnap or murder me, then I’d wake up and be constantly looking over my shoulder. If not because of something Scarlett did, then because I pissed off someone whilst trying not to be her. I’ve had death chasing me since the very begin

I glared at him, my eyes blazing with a fiery defiance. "Fine,” he said, as he turned to look at me. “I'll leave you with a choice then, Dani. If you can unseal your fate, then the maid will be yours for the taking. But let me warn you," he paused, his voice lowering dangerously, "No one has ever walked this path you wanna walk in. If you die trying, no one will care a bit, not even your mistress!" “I'll take my chances,” I said to him, sounding defiant.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

Ava said. The man slapped her hard on the face. "How dare you talk to me that way? Who the hell do you think you are?" he looked at Ava's body and grinned lecherously. "You are a female prisoner, do you know what happens to female prisoners here in fireblood pack?" he ran his fingers on the outline of her breasts. "stop it, don't touch me" Ava struggled with him. The man laughed wickedly as he watched her struggle. "leave her alone" Vivian said as she tried to push the man away.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

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.

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.

What the fuck was that? She was evil if I was to say and talk for her. That was clearly evil yo stab someone through the eyes. But nevertheless, I wanted her to pay for the whole crime she had caused. Her days of making women cry was over. 3 villain's in the line. 1 about to be brought down and 2 still living there life's thinking they're safe.