Though I Am An Inept Villainess Novels & Stories

Just then, I can't help but smile bitterly. I am so helpless. All this time, I pretended that I am strong and everything are doing well but in truth, I am not fine. The truth is, I still wanted to be close with him. I still wanted to keep the affection I have for him But... What choice do I have. I am juat a villainess who's meant to die. Whether I treasure the male lead as my best friend or more than that, nothing will happen no matter how much I give some effort. Because in the end, a vilainess like me is meant to die at the hands of the protagonists.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

Well, not anymore. Instead of letting her see the worry I’d been dealing with—which she wasn’t a part of—I let out a soft chuckle. "Athena, you really should stop trying to play the villain when you’re barely even a plot twist," I shrugged, mirroring her fake smile. "Though I do admire the dedication. Not everyone has the talent to make themselves look this pathetic." Her lips twitched. Clearly, she hadn’t expected me to talk back. Well, she didn’t know me.

"Am I that dangerous?" "Mmm," she picks up the remote. "You're not dangerous, but you're cunning and must be a playboy. I would be a fool to trust you once more ." F

"Mention one word about that again and I'll have you fired without a second thought." Jade sighed and folded her arms, resting her back against the other bathroom sink. "You can fire me as your PA but never as your best friend. It's together forever, remember?" I shut my eyes briefly and sighed deeply before opening them again. I stood straight and straightened my dress as I forced a confident and tough demeanor. I would not let him or anyone else see me broken again. I had outgrown that weak omega girl that everyone used to trample on. This was my villainess era and I would never be weak again.

But the power I’d found here—power I’d carved out for myself—was mine to keep. And maybe, just maybe, so was Matteo. And if there was one thing I’d learned, it was this: the world would always cast me as the villain. So why not play the part—and win?

"you have to believe me I never meant to put her in the path of that villainous monster!" "That's rich," I ridicule, "calling him the villain when where I am sitting you're just as big, if not, a bigger villain than he is. You let your ego and arrogance lead you into making all the wrong calls regarding your daughters safety. How does it feel to know your ambition to become the smartest woman in the room has actually made you the dumbest?"

This was why I had so much confidence in myself after defeating her. I remember how I had dropped a part of my torn piece of cloth, bowing down to pay my last respect, in honor. Of her magnificent fighting skills. Pained me to know she worked with the main enemy. With the main villain— King Teta. That she wasn’t who she said she was. The Witch’s words reminisced into my head… “In disguise of a mere pawn, she used her spells to feign the fighting peak gifted by the Moon Goddess.” Nynaeve had said.

Erase that fucking bastard! She sighed. "But you know me. I don't want to lose to someone like Victor Samaniego. I'm not the type of woman to just give up because I was defeated by a handsome monkey like him. I have to make up for it, I have to find his weakness." "You look like a villain, Miss."

I twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.