Novel & Cerita Villain Oc Ideas

Villain’s POV How funny that she doesn’t have any idea who I am even though I’m so close to her. I could hold her hands and sit next to her if I wanted to and I could kill her in that moment but I choose not to… because if I kill her now where’s the fun in that? Especially that all her money wouldn’t be mine. I don’t actually intend to kill her but for some reason she’s getting on my nerves lately. She’s irritating me especially when she thinks she’s better that anyone just because she’s that rich.

Oaks rolls his eyes at her. “Hmm, that's true,” Marriott said after thinking about her idea. “The only option left is making Veronica hate Scarlet, she needs to be on our side.” Mr. Oaks groaned in frustration. Marriott suddenly smiled evily, saying, “I think I have an idea.” “You do?” “Yes, grandpa.” “Then tell me, what is your idea?”

"It makes the heart slow down until the body thinks it's dying." My hands don't shake as I reach out to drag the small glass vial off his shelf. This is a test. If Willow wants to play with poisons, I will let her. I will let her drop her poison into the water supplies at the Ridge. I will let her think she has outsmarted me, that she has found a quiet way to break my squad before we even cross the perimeter line. And then I will take her plan, turn it upside down, and use it to choke her with her own trap.

So I decided to tell you a story from the villain's point of view. Villains aren't always bad, they have their own demons to fight. They have their own shit to deal with, but we don't know that because we're always so concentrated on the heroes. We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, but different devils. The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows, it's not unicorns and fucking mermaids. It's life and it has 3 stages: birth, what the fuck is this, and death.

“We aren't doing that.” “Doing what?” Owen asks, confused. “The whole tell you why I did what I did speech. The villain monologue. You know what I am talking about. Everyone does it. The bad guy thinks that he is winning and there will be no stopping him as he takes out the good guy.” He gestures to himself and the to Owen. “So he spills his guts about everything he has done and why he did it. I am suppose to tell you all the pain of my past and childhood traumas that I survived so that you can feel the merest hint of sympathy and empathy for me, before you realize why I am the way that I am.”

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

“To help people. This a training school for heroes. We seek to provide this land with the heroes required to fight against the influx of monsters. You can turn your abilities to the betterment of others here, Aien. You can learn to be a hero, and not a villain.” “A villain,” Aien repeated. “But isn’t that what I am? The son of a villain destined to follow in my father’s footsteps?” “It doesn’t need to be that way. Think about it,” Akyran turned and raised his eyebrows as he saw me through the doorway. “Daethie?”

"I refused at the right time. The pearl asks one question, eighth. Once. Late. When you are tired. When you have already given everything else. The question is not the bonding question. The question is the second question. *Will you stay.* You will know the moment when it asks. You will know because everything in you will want to say yes. *Say no.* That is the only craft I have to teach you. Refuse the second question. Refuse it even if your kingdom is on fire. Refuse it even if the man you love is dying. Refuse it especially then. The pearl will go quiet. It will not leave you. But it will go quiet, and you will sleep for a long time, and you will wake up half-mad in a trench, and you will

I said getting up from my chair. Kazimir nodded we walked out of my office, as soon we were close to the dungeon I pick up on a smell, it was so enchanted it was a smell of cocoa. It was making my mouth watering, also Villain wanted to surface I held him back for the time being. Of course he did not like it I could hear him saying in my mind repeatedly “ Mate, the girl is our mate”. “Impossible, remember Villain we do not need a mate because they will weaken us.”