Villainous Threads Novels & Stories

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

T*****r thread from a verified account. **Hi. I worked with Ariana Vale at Vertex Media. And Vanessa Hart is lying.** *I’m the former colleague Vanessa claims gave a testimonial. I didn’t. In fact, I never spoke to her. These ‘documented instances’ she mentions? Fabricated.* *Ariana was one of the most collaborative, generous coworkers I’ve had. She stayed late to help others meet deadlines. She shared credit. She lifted people up.* *Vanessa Hart is lying to damage a woman who rejected her narrative. Don’t let her.*

Threads, like tendrils of shadow, materialize around me and my body cramps involuntarily, as if I am suddenly drowning in dry ice. She begins to pull the threads, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. It hurts, it hurts so much. I try to scream, but my voice catches in my throat, not even a sound can escape my lips. The threads start to turn red. Blood red. Her grin widens and I realize that these are not threads of fabric – they are threads of my blood.

I stumbled in utter shock seeing the scenery in front ofme. Azrail pov: Torture scene ahead: I reached the place where that fucker is kept.My secrect place.I open the door and keep my expression blank like I always do. I entered the dark room hearing a painful scream.I look at the figure who is Hanging on a pillar with his hand tied.His clothes and torn.Blood are oozing from his wound. "P..please leave me.I don't know anything " he said, groaning painfully. "Tell me the truth, " I said, clutching a sharp knife.

*** The threads twist, reflecting my image in the void’s haze—a woman of shattered glass, silver veins pulsing, eyes hollow and glowing. ***They’ll fear you***, Ryland’s voice whispers. ***They’ll run.*** “You’re not him,” I growl. ***Aren’t I?*** It shifts again—Silas’s face, twisted with disgust. ***You left us. You broke us.*** “Liar!” ***Am I?*** Selene’s voice now, trembling. ***Why didn’t you save me, Mommy?*** The threads constrict. I stumble. “Zara!” Ryland’s *real* voice booms. “Fight it!”

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

She knew all too well the horrors yet to come; and one so innocent as she should never witness pure evil unleashed. The thread she traveled was more like a tunnel, dark and slimy, with unadulterated evil thought and intent dripping down the curved sides to the floor below. The Ancient Warrior was able to stay centered throughout the tunnel, narrowly missing touching the evil ooze at points. As she made her way through, getting closer and closer to her goal, she could feel threads of doubt and fear trying to encircle her.

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

All these questions kept wandering around my head and I can't find a single answer to any of the questions and I was already starting to have a headache "Arrggghhhh, At least I need some clue to sort all these out so I can be free from all these weird feelings I'm having" I said to myself "I'm sure whoever cleared all her records must have made a mistake but we are the ones that can't find it yet. Every villain always leaves behind evidence, it's inevitable no matter how hard you try. All we have to do is to look for that one mistake they made and I'm sure it will lead us on" I explained to Elliot.