Villain Wants To Live Novelas e Histórias

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

I'd rather fight and lose than never fight at all. I'd rather be the villain in their story than the victim in my own. So I was going to seduce Kian Ashford. I was going to make him fall for me just enough. I was going to use him exactly the way they'd all been using me. And I wasn't going to feel guilty about it. Not even a little bit. Because this was survival. And I was done apologizing for wanting to live.

The revelation that Victor had a hidden past, one that someone was willing to exploit, sent shivers down my spine. "What do they want, Victor?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. Victor clenched his jaw, his eyes blazing with a fierce resolve. "They want me to carry out a series of illegal activities on their behalf. If I refuse or fail, they will expose me and destroy everything we've built." My mind raced, trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Our love, our dreams, and Victor's entire legacy were at stake. We had to find a way to outsmart this mysterious adversary and protect everything we held dear.

" The video ended, leaving us staring at a blank screen. "That was a threat," Rachel said unnecessarily. "He's not just planning to capture you. He's planning something catastrophic." "He's embracing being a villain," Lena observed. "Leaning into the monster narrative instead of fighting it. That's... concerning. It suggests he's made peace with whatever he's planning to do." "He's right about one thing," Damian said grimly. "We did back him into a corner with no escape. That makes him unpredictable and willing to take risks he wouldn't have considered before."

“You call this protection? Keeping me locked away in some mansion like a prisoner? Treating me like I’m some pawn in your sick little power games? That’s not protection, Adrian. That’s control!” Adrian’s face softened for a fleeting moment, a vulnerability flashing in his eyes that caught Kayla off guard. “You think I enjoy this?” His voice dropped, quieter now but no less intense. “You think I wanted any of this? I’m doing what I can to keep you alive, Kayla. Even if it means being the villain in your story.” She hesitated, her anger momentarily suppressed by the crack in his usual armor. But she wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just like that.“You’re right about one thing—you are the v

"But we need to be careful. We need to keep this a secret." My head was on his chest but I managed to look up right into his dark brown eyes. "Why?" He frowned. "This might sound crazy, but I think Villain X is jealous of us. She wanted me to watch you fall when you were poisoned, and she also wanted you to watch me getting beaten up by Blake." He paused for a moment before he continued, "whoever it is, they don't like us being together. We need to keep our relationship under the hood for now."

"Tell me where she is." "Everything has a price. We need to make a deal," Bellie bargained smoothly. "What do you want?" Parawee demanded. "I want that man to go down in flames right alongside your ex-wife. That's all I want." Bellie clenched her fists tightly. "Look at the two of them. They're out there living happily ever after, while we... judging by the look on your face, you're not exactly living the dream, are you?" She deliberately poked at his deepest wounds. Judging by the man's haggard, exhausted appearance, her assumption was dead on. He looked utterly miserable.

“Why are you running, Willow? Didn’t you say that I was your favorite pet? “What are you scared of?” I shuffled back until my back slammed against the wall. There was nowhere to run. “What do you want?” “What do I want?” He chuckled softly, his wounded and innocent expression long gone. His gaze grew with intensity. “You, of course.” It was a side to Damian that I hadn’t seen before. He was nothing like the person I knew. Amid my confusion, darkness swallowed me, and I passed out. I woke up to chain shackles around my ankles. No matter how hard I struggled, I could not break free.

“ Use Serena to give orders and to manipulate. Let her be the puppet queen.” I flinched. “They’ll never listen to me. I’m not even accepted—half the pack hates me!” “Not my problem,” Vincent said with a smirk. “If you want Damien to live, you’ll do exactly as I say. You’ll be our pawn, our mouthpiece, our weapon.” “But why?” I pleaded. “Why go through all this? Why not just kill him if you hate him so much?” “Because death would be mercy,” Vincent said coldly. “I want him to live and watch everything crumble. I want him to see you used, defiled, and powerless. I want to crush what’s left of him.”

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”