Villain: After Slacking Off The Protagonist Collapse Novels & Stories

“You think I needed to drug you to win? Allison, I could’ve gotten what I wanted even without using you.” That slap of arrogance hit harder than a punch. “I didn’t spike your drink, Allison.” He said it again, slower this time. I slapped the table. “Then why! Why can’t you prove yourself?” He leaned in, voice low. “Because no one listens to a villain.” Tears spilt over. My chest was shaking. My knees were weak. Something brief should be here. I turned away. I couldn’t look at him. “You still don’t believe me,” He said, stepping closer, but the table was still between us. “So if I told you who did it, you wouldn’t believe me either.”

Vivian's eyes fluttered closed, her consciousness slipping away, as Alice's malevolent gaze lingered, a harbinger of the torment that awaited her. Alice withdrew her fist, and Vivian's wound began to heal gradually, her wolf's essence seeping into the injury. But the healing came at a cost, leaving Vivian weak and vulnerable. She knew that Alice was going to make good on her threat, and a sense of dread settled over her.

“Here’s what will happen. I’ll be the best trophy wife out there. I will not work more than I have to. I will not go to work tomorrow, and when I do resume office, I will not be filing paperwork for you. I’d rather sit with Hilda instead. I will look good for the camera, and you will not, till our contract is through, until I allow it, so much as move an inch near me. Am I clear?” I didn’t want for him to respond but I left him. I sighed when I returned upstairs to my room. I didn’t realize that with Damien Vance, things could escalate from a zero to a hundred real quick. But it was possible and it happened. And now that what went down had happened, I could relax. And almost immediately, all

Cassian became a monster. "Bullshit," Adrian had muttered bitterly, his fingers tightening around his phone. Hundreds of comments flooded beneath the final chapter, praising the ending. Adrian couldn't understand them. "How can you call this justice? He deserved a second chance... not an eternity alone." That had been Adrian's final comment beneath the last chapter. If I were in this world, I'd save the villain. I'd change his fate. Then the truck hit. Pain exploded through his body. The world shattered. And then there was only darkness and silence.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

He regretted ever meeting her and he couldn't care less what happened to her and he hoped to never see her again. Jax had just been an Alpha minding his absolute business with his fiance Ava until he had met Lily who had happened to be his mate. In the euphoria of finding a mate, he had completely abandoned Ava and blindly believed everything Lily said. That had been his mistake, it turned out that Lily, although she was his mate was a very bad person, now he had lost Ava, his dignity and respect and almost lost his pack. "Now, Alpha Jax the only reason we released you was because Ryder vouched for you and told us you wouldn't lie about Lily whereabouts." one of the members of the werewolf c

Jana lowered her head and contemplated about Vivien. "After the COO feature turns off, our Ai will talk less and the data will start to cut off a little. At first I hated it, but in time I realized that as a villain's lackey, it doesn't matter if I search for them or not. The settings and the right conditions will soon lead me to them naturally. By the will of the game itself. When the villains sought for help, the circumstances will lead me to them eventually. However, the villains' as well as the protagonists' role are the vital parts of each mission. They needed to be aware of each others' move. Or else, they would be erased without knowing that the opponent has won the round."

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

“Let it sharpen the edge. I’m not here to build a throne.” Silence. “You haven’t slept,” he said. “I will.” “When.” “When this cycle closes.” He studied her harder. “You’re burning through yourself.” “I’m pressure-testing limits.” That didn’t comfort him. It wasn’t supposed to. Dusk brought the first real hit. Not bullets. Narrative. A story dropped across every feed. Slick. Curated. Valentine painted as the rogue element. The unchecked tyrant. The glitch no one could regulate. She watched it spread. Didn’t flinch.