Villain: After Slacking Off The Protagonist Collapse Novels & Stories

Close my eyes and let the vodka pull me toward unconsciousness. Tomorrow I'll wake up in this same apartment, with this same headache, facing this same empty life. I'll look for jobs I won't get, drink vodka I can't afford, scroll through photos of a woman who's forgotten I exist. This is my ending. Not a dramatic confrontation, not a final showdown, not a redemption arc where I see the error of my ways and become a better man. Just this: a slow fade into obscurity, a cautionary tale no one will remember, a villain who ran out of fight. Some people don't get second chances, some people don't deserve them.

"Am I the only one who sees how stupid she's being? Please, tell her not to go along with this hair brained scheme of his, Miss Lillian. We know next to nothing about the guy and what we do know isn't very promising. We can not just send her away with a guy like that." I took a seat at the edge of Miss Lillian's bed, letting out a sigh. Her room was the place the three of us usually met at whenever we were free to chat and catch up. Though, today the atmosphere in the room was anything but happy. After having danced most of the night last night and then working around the house for most of the day, I was too tired to have any sort of an argument, let alone one that seemed nearly impossible t

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

“More than the empire. More than revenge. You and our children are my whole world.” I came first, clenching around him with a broken cry, tears slipping down my face. He followed moments later, spilling deep inside me with a low, possessive sound. We stayed locked together afterward, his cock softening inside me while he stroked my belly and kissed every inch of skin he could reach. --- The joy didn’t last the week. Victor and Lilith’s alliance was gaining dangerous traction. Board members were defecting. Stock continued its slow bleed. Worse, Victor leaked selective information suggesting Damien’s house arrest was a “billionaire loophole” that proved the justice system was corrupt.

“Not tonight. We fight together. As family. For the first time. The real threat is Victor. The half-blood. The one who paid the right people? The one who made the merger collapse on purpose? He wanted ValeTech? He wanted control? And now he has the contracts? The emails? The bank records? He’s been feeding Victor everything? The reforms? The changes? The board votes? He’s been on his side the entire time? He’s the enemy now? He shot at us? Right there? The family dynamic collapses right now? This is it. No more.” Kai kicked the gun away. “We fight together. As family. For the first time. The real threat is Victor. The half-blood. The one who paid the right people? The one who made the merger

'I don't feel like I almost died to save your ass if that's what you mean," Slade grumbles, clearly annoyed by my questioning, 'but yes, something feels different. I have always been strong, but this is unique, and I can't figure out what it is exactly.' 'Hmmm...well, whoever took Elle wouldn't give us drugs to make us stronger,' I counter, trying to add the puzzle pieces that never seem to fit no matter what I try to do, but when I get only half the information from everyone, it makes it hard to figure shit out. 'What haven't you told me, Slade?' I question, 'Everyone being dishonest with Elle and I hasn't worked out for anyone, so you better tell me, or else I will never trust you enough f

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

that journey was now going to lead to my own demise. I wasn’t some magical, Goddess blessed white wolf girl of prophecy. I was the one who got in her way. And my partner in crime, the one who would hurt her most, was the man next to me. He will be her first mate, finding out on her eighteenth birthday, and it will be him who ultimately hurts and degrades her to the lowest point of her life. He becomes the drive she needs to awaken her powers and seek out a better life elsewhere.

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?