Villains Are Made Not Born Novels & Stories

“Real information. Not games. Not manipulation. Victor and Damien are tearing each other apart and my babies are caught in the middle. Tell me the truth about why Victor hates him so much. Tell me what really happened with the framing.” Lilith laughed softly. “You’re finally growing a spine. Good. But information like that has a price.” “I’m not leaving Damien.” “I don’t want you to leave him. I want you to help me destroy both of them. They’re more alike than you know — two sides of the same rotten coin. Their father created monsters. Damien just happened to be the stronger one. Victor was the spare. The bastard. The one they tried to erase.” She paused dramatically.

“You do not always have to be a bad person to win, and it is not difficult to choose happiness, Enzo. Never is it too late. You just have to—” “Silence!” he roared, getting to his feet. “You know nothing about my life or my family. I do not need anyone to believe in me to be great. You are totally wrong, and I feel nothing about their opinions. My father is rotting wherever he is, and whenever he comes out, I will make sure to end his life first!” I could tell he was only trying to sound tough, and listening carefully, I could almost feel a crack in his voice. Every villain has an arc. This was his, and he was just like Fae.

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

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.

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”

She must be very out of her mind to think all of that is legit. "You think you have power over humans? Those people are scary and will do anything to get rid of people like us, yet you want to rule over them? How stupid must you be? Let me hear your story. Why do you hate my father so much?" Every villain has a story to tell. It’s either insecurity, stupidity, or just plain evil that is pushing them to do all of this. Either way, as boring as it may sound, I need time to plan my escape, so I will take the opportunity to listen to whatever they have to say.

I don’t see how that answers my question but okay. “Patience child,” she scolds like a mother before continuing. “Evil exists in all of us, but it is typically balanced by good, a conscious. Monsters are not just born, they are made. Through a series of events or simply the choice to be cruel, I don’t understand it personally, but I can counter it to the best of my abilities.”

Every villain in the world would be deterred from doing bad things because they feared him. "How do you know if you will still be the same person after you become stronger? Nobody knows if the hero will turn into the villain after the villain is defeated," Frederick said casually, chuckling. He had seen too many examples like this. Nobody was born a criminal. Many intelligent criminals once had passionate dreams. "That's because I've experienced evil and hardship. I promise I will never side with evil!" Levy vowed through clenched jaws. "But you do know that one can easily be blinded by hatred, don't you?" Frederick stared at him.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

I don't know him messing things up again. "Don't worry Miss. Good and evil are relative. Someone isn't evil just because they are born to evil people. It's usually your own choice if you want to be evil or not, and also, the environment you grew up in as a child is important too. You just don't start doing bad things because of the blood in you" Fawn said.