The Villian Wants To Live Novels & Stories

He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.” Vivian’s energy was failing her. Her consciousness was flitting in and out from her whenever it pleased. Sometimes, she would fall into a deep sleep, then she would awaken all of a sudden at some point. In her blurry stupor, he helped her up from the bed and forced a large bowl of glucose water down her throat. She also heard him speaking into her ear through gritted teeth, “Get up, Vivian. I’m setting you and Liam free. I’ll let you live happily ever after as long as you get up!”

My heart froze when the tip stopped in my direction. “She used magic!” I turned to Leon. “Isn’t that supposed to be against the rules?” “Are you scared already, weakling?” She smirked. Weak what? “Bring. It. On.” “Truth or dare?” My fingers greased my stilettos slightly. “Truth.” “Hmm... let’s see.” Ivella inspected her fingers before turning back to me. “How does it feel knowing you will not be alive long enough to graduate? For someone as powerless as you, it’s obvious you won’t survive. So tell me, how does it feel?”

She wanted to know why and who had done those things to Cherry, Christ, and Ryan when he had already killed Vlad, so who wanted them now? “Mom, I do not really care about anything, I just want to see dad one more time and ask him if he really wants us in his life or not,” Lillian stated as she slipped out of her lap and told her that if she really lied to her, then she was never going to talk to her ever again. She really had had enough of all the things in her life.

“Damian, this is proof of my affection for you. Do you like it? “You’re only fit to be my pet for the rest of your life, understand?” The man in my captivity suddenly looked me straight in the eyes. “The rest of my life? Are you going to stay with me forever?” I blurted without thinking, “No.” Why would I even stick around? I’d be going back home in my world after finishing the scene tonight. The smile on Damian’s face vanished, and he abruptly broke free and threw me onto the bed. Infuriated, Damian pressed his lips tightly together, his eyes raw with veins. “Willow, you can’t just toy with me when you plan to walk away straight after.”

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

“Hey, why don't you answer me? Why did you betray Fuschia?” "Because..." [thank you for loving the story of Fuschia, Dylan, and Pasha. Don't forget to leave a comment and vote at the end of the chapter. And for information, “The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later!” will not update for March. But will resume the Final Season in April. Look forward to their presence in the Final Season ^^]

The little girl looked at Helena distrustfully. "really? You thought I was busy or you didn't call me because you already found a replacement" she then stared at Ava disdainfully. "of course not, how could anybody replace you, nobody is qualified enough to do that" Helena said in an appeasing manner. Helena turned to Ava, "this is Vivian, she wants to be a physician when she grows up so she follows me everywhere" Ava looked down at Vivian who was currently glaring at her. She bent down to the little girl's height.

Gosh, I'm so smooth. "Princess Belladonna, you have good eyes," Count Villiers said with a proud smile on his face, then he turned to his wife with sparkling eyes. Ah, it was obvious that he was so in love with the countess. "Lilian is indeed lovely." The glow in Countess Villiers's face made her look more beautiful. In fact, if they were in a webcomic, I could imagine the frame of Count and Countess Villiers filled with hearts and roses.

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.

"I can’t do this alone. I need someone on the inside. Someone who knows what it’s like to be broken by them, to have everything torn apart by their lies." I shook my head, my hands trembling. "But Damon... you’re talking about revenge. About becoming what they made you." He stepped closer, his presence felt overwhelming. "And you think I haven’t thought about that?" he said, his voice rising. "Do you think I enjoy being the villain? No, Lila. But if they want me to be a monster, I’ll be the biggest one they’ve ever seen. And I’ll drag them down with me. I’m doing this for us—for everyone they’ve hurt. For the people who can’t fight back." His eyes softened, his voice becoming almost pleading