Villain Wants To Live Novels & Stories

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

I cried. She leaned closer to where I was, “Of course, and I am what? A villain? A sadist? I am a fucking victim!” she roared in my face. “What do you want from me?” I asked, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She smiled, “what do I want? Nothing.” I stared at her in disbelief she wouldn’t go through all this just to… “Harl wants a life he shouldn’t have, he thinks after taking Zephan down that there is peace, but they shouldn’t be,” she whispered, more like she was talking to herself.

"You're sorry now that the champagne has run out? You're sorry now that the mansion is gone? You weren't sorry when she was crying for help. You weren't sorry when you handed her over to Vance." I leaned down, my face inches from hers, my breath hot against her cold skin. "I don't want you in my dungeon, Lilian. You’re not worth the electricity it takes to run the lights. I want you to live. I want you to wake up every single morning in a cheap bed, in a loud apartment, and I want you to open the newspaper. I want you to see her face on the front page. I want you to see her sitting on the throne you thought was yours."

I nodded my head and walked towards my desk and laid my bag on the table as I sat down on my chair. "Please," I said, gesturing to her to take a seat in front of me. She smiled and walked ahead and sat in front of me while taking a file and placing it in front of me. "This contains the pay and all other things," she said, I nodded and took it and opened the file. The Villin's are the most fearful and extremely dangerous family. There are many rumors and stories of them ruling the city for years. The system can't do anything against them even if they do, there's a man who would rescue them in just a blink of an eye.

“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.

"Ness, you really considered that? Even though what Lola said is true, you cannot escape him. The guy owns half of this country. Other countries? He might too." "Yeah, we know that," Delilah said after being quiet for some time. Then she faced me and held my hands. "I know somewhere in you wants to save that boy. But Vanessa, what if you can't cure the boy? I'm not saying I doubt your skills—don't get me wrong—but what if?" I was a very skilled therapist, but there was always a first time, right? "I agree with Lola. You come first." "Yes!!" Lola exclaimed happily.

Somewhere outside the tall windows, the wind howled through the dark pine trees bordering the estate. Cassian did not look away. For a fleeting second, a shadow crossed his face, something raw, ancient, and deeply hidden, like a wound that had never healed properly. “Because,” he said, his voice dropping into a register so low and quiet it seemed meant only for the shadows around us, “the woman I knew was never a villainess.” I froze, my hand tightening on the stem of my glass. “And she deserved someone,” Cassian continued, his gray eyes locking onto mine with terrifying clarity, “who would pull her off that concrete roof before the city ever had the chance to touch her.”

No matter what, he would never hurt Liliana when Sarah was around. So hearing her words, Graham lost his concentrate on other. After all, Villain chooses to stay as Villain. Deep down the option to be a better person never leaves, so does the feelings of being a better father.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.