The Villain Who Robbed The Heroines Novels & Stories

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

You have met the hero ( the one you all hate with passion) You have met the heroine. You have even met the Angel who completed the missing corner of our love square. But where is the Villain? Isn't our story incomplete without him? Let me introduce her to you then. It's me Sophie Rogers. Your narrator. . . Please don't hate me! . . I don't have reasons that could justify my mistake, but just one word that made me do it. .

She never wore a helmet when she rode and the flaming red hair fluttering in the wind made her look like the charismatic Nordic goddess of war. A little like Robin Hood, Mrs Helvig targeted rich men and stole from them in order to donate her spoils of war to orphanages and soup kitchens. It usually wasn't the money she was after but the thrill of it. In her eyes, all rich people were scums who had it coming, especially those who often put up a nice face for the papers. They were the worst. Laura's parents met in a very bizarre situation with Mrs Helvig robbing Mr Helvig in a taxi on a highway in the middle of the night. Mr Helvig was so enchanted by her boldness and flaming red hair that he

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

I collapsed to the floor. “We are going to take you things and do as we like with you, pretty.” His voice was cut short as a blur went past and his head flew from his body. The other dudes stared in shock, and then, from the shadows, a tall, very handsome, roguish-looking man emerged from the dark and scowled. “You shouldn’t be attacking a lone lady,” he said. His voice was dangerously deep and ice cold, and it gave me chills. These guys obviously knew him because they literally trembled.

In case that Jean betrayed me, I should be ready for that situation. I can hurt him if that’s what the situation calls for. What’s the harm in doing that when I am the villainess? ‘A villainess were always made powerful for a reason.' It was always the female lead who was weak and pitiful, then they would be labeled as kind-hearted and like an angel if an antagonist acted opposite her demure personality. It was always like that. ‘But Rosine felt different.’ Though she may appear innocent, I have this intuition that there was more than what meets the eye.