Villain Stories Novels & Stories

Words like psycho and stalker were attached to it, repeated over and over until they started to feel like fact. I imagined her watching it unfold in real time, trying to figure out how to defend herself without looking guilty. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. The thing about narratives is that once people decide who the villain is, they rarely change their minds. And I had given them a villain wrapped in just enough “evidence” to feel righteous about it. I set my phone down again and closed my eyes, letting the heat of the bath seep into my skin. “This is just the beginning, Clara."

If she's not killed in this story, perhaps she can join forces with the villain to get rid of the main character. [Dude, come on. Where are your morals? The side character and the villain are evil people!] [Besides that, the story's focus is on the greatness of the hero! Don't compare the villain to the hero.] I disregarded the comments and quickly looked at my phone, going through who I thought could fit the description of the villain. I did not have many contacts. In a short while, I managed to shortlist two candidates. One was a blind date that my aunt had set me up with, and the man's name was Jason Lou. The other was Quince Chant, my colleague in the second ward as well as my college ma

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

This was surely not the life I had signed up for… But if I had a choice, I wouldn't be writing this. I had been working tirelessly alongside a pack of werewolves, unaware of the dark secrets they held within their howling hearts. Little did I know they were responsible for the death of my beloved parents and only brother. Without the knowledge that I was the victim, they had spoken freely about that night as we walked together. “Tommy, I heard the police have placed a bounty on our heads for the murder of Jadon and his parents,” one of them said to the other.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

The author wrote the novel for the villain and the protagonists to fight each other. In terms of IQ, the villain wins. In terms of strength, the villain wins—even though he was disabled. In terms of being a schemer, the villain also wins. In terms of being cruel and merciless? It's the villain who wins. Besides that, the villain is also the head of the clan, one of the most feared by the others to the point that if they heard his name, they would subconsciously shiver. Even though they know that the villain was disabled, they didn't easily laugh or mock him for being so because those who laugh at him and mock him for his disability met a cruel end.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

I open it, not expecting it to make me open my eyes once more. I recall that I was able to open this book just before regaining consciousness. When I open the letter and pick it up, I can only guess who sent it. “My lovely lady, you'd better get to know these creatures quickly before they come looking for you, ---Xander.” One thing is certain now. If Xander is a vampire, who else is hiding out as a human? Why did creatures like these exist in the first place? They're only myths, right? So where did those stories come from, myths and legends?

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That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.