Villain To Kill Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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?!

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

The Villain I pad down the stairs, impressed with the fact that I got ready for school with only three-quarter of my brain still dead to the world. I yawn obnoxiously as I enter the kitchen but that yawn quickly turns into unladylike hacking as gusts of smoke enter my mouth. I bat the fumes away and rush for the window above the sink, shoving a body away to get to it. Once a significant amount of smoke had cleared the room I turned to Gia, who was sitting around the tiny round table, a cigarette in her hand. There were already three lit cigarette buds in the ashtray, I glower at her.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE This chapter marks a turning point where vengeance sharpens, alliances form, and the true nature of each character begins to unravel. I wanted to show not just the tension between power and pain, but the vulnerability that lingers beneath every choice they make. Emmanuelle’s strength, Drake’s transformation, and the quiet intensity of Adam’s planning all collide here and it’s only the beginning. Thank you for reading. If you’re enjoying the story so far, your support, feedback, or even just a comment goes a long way. I can’t wait to show you what’s coming next.f

“Cut the theatrics, Victor.” He laughed. “You made it further than I thought. I admit, I underestimated the fire in you. But it’s not too late to change the ending.” “I’m here to make sure this is the ending.” He stepped closer, hands still open, still unarmed. “You’re not going to shoot me. Because you want answers. Because somewhere, deep down, you know that I’m not the real villain.” She didn’t flinch. “You tried to kill Killian.” “And he tried to destroy me first,” Victor snapped, his mask slipping. “I built the Graves empire from the shadows. I made him. And the moment he felt strong enough, he turned on me. He took everything.”

I looked up, waiting for her to continue. "He's the famous Mr. Vance." I squinted at her in confusion, and she leaned in closer. "The dangerous man everyone fears. Last I checked, he practically owns half the city." At her words, my heart rate doubled once again. I had heard rumors of the infamous Vance name before, but I had never seen his face. And I slept with him? I gulped in quiet terror. "He's... that Mr. Vance?" I managed to say, clutching my hands tightly in my lap so she wouldn't see them trembling.

” She laughed so much that tears gathered in her eyes. ''You should have killed me when you had the chance, Liam, too bad I'll be doing that first. Not only will I kill you, but I'm also going to take your company too, you see, the villain wins! Not every story has a good ending. I killed your parents and that beautiful little girl and I'm about to kill their little boy who had loved his whole life to avenge them.” she laughed wickedly.

Ariadne is counting under her breath. It takes her a long time to calm down, as Alpha Victor drives over to Head Quarters. “One hundred and eleven, one hundred and twelve…,” Ariadne mutters. Victor is already over the blood and guts. What he’s fixated on, is how the Omega is doing. This is Ariadne's first kill. It means something. There’s a light that goes out from the eyes at the first kill. Victor only wishes he could turn back the clock and take Omega’s place. The Alpha remembers his first kill, but certainly not his one-hundred-and-twenty-seventh.

in last chapter velliam suspected that Shannon is assassination who is working with king Shannon:- I want to say that first go home because this place is dangerous velliam:- OK let me take my sword first. on I find it here he hide sword near him. he was doing acting all time that he fall due to panic. he hide sword there when Shannon is taking bath. soon they reached home Shannon sit at bed and velliam sit at chair velliam:- tell me who are you