Romans & histoires Villain Complex

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

pinasaya niya ang tinig at tinapik pa ang balikat nito na agad ikinasira ng mukha nito. 'Problem solve.' she is a Veraniel and a clever one. The shallow brain of this psychopath is easy to reverse according to her favor. "Huh! I will never play the villain role here... you see I'm the favorite grandchild and there's no way I would do something ridiculous especially when it will benifit you!" inis nitong sabi sabay irap sa kanya at tuluyan ng iniwan siya. Malalim siyang napahinga tanda ng kapanatagan, "Wooh! that was close,"

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

After hearing that Ellina lowered her head in guilt and was not able to say anything. " I shouldn't have treated you better. I should have killed you from the moment you entered." She said while cursing at her with all her will power. Ellina listened to all her curses and didn't say anything. She just stood there and listerned to her hatefull and cruel words. Yes what could she even do, she have betrayed her most beloved person and the person who considered her as a family. " You may be happy that you are killing a villainess like me don't you ? You may have been provoked to killme on the temptation of money . Isn't it?Tsk!!"

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

he shouted at me, his glare turning hotter by the second. I shook my head. I couldn't do this. I couldn't put him through so much pain. "Stop being such a fucking coward and using my pain as an excuse to stop," he glared at me. "I am not a coward," I said through clenched teeth. "You are. Like all other werewolves. Too scared to change. Too scared to do anything worthwhile. I should've known you're too much of a scaredy cat to go through with it," he said, slowly getting up from the ground now that the pain was reducing.

“Do they think I don’t see it? Every story, every post, every news segment, they’re glorifying him and mocking us. Me!” Robert sighed, his normally commanding voice now strained. “Victor, listen. The facts are...” “I don’t care about your facts!” Victor shouted, pacing the room, boots echoing on the marble floor. “The world will see him as perfect. As clever. As untouchable. And me? The golden wolf? The one who bled for this family? I am the villain! The world sees me as a tyrant, a monster! And all because of him!” Robert sighed heavily on the phone , trying to maintain authority, but even he knew Victor had slipped into something darker, something uncontrollable.

Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench. Black veins climb her throat to her jaw. The veins are mine, in nine years, if I am not careful. "My name is Morrigwen, host. I was the first. The Salt Throne was mine. I burned it down. I burned my own children. The pearl made me hungry and I ate everyone I had ever loved and then I ate the kingdom and then I ate the continent and then there was nothing left but the trench it sent me back to. I have been here for eighteen thousand years. I have been waiting to tell someone

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.