What It Takes To Be A Villainess Novels & Stories

"Mary, that's something you don't understand, the villainess isn't really a demon, she was just broken just like the protagonist. In the case of the protagonist, he had someone but the villain had no one,” "Her methods may have been vicious but that wasn't all she knew. For someone raised in an abusive family, no matter what she did, she had no friends because to her parents they were useless. She had nothing she loved because everything was forced on her, she had to be the model daughter whether she liked it or not." The villainess suffered for everything but she didn't get any recognition. In the case of the female lead, she was stupid, took everything as a joke and messed up the protagoni

I raised my head and stared up at her, "A traitor, a slimy bastard, a naive conniving bitch! Why the fuck are you doing all this?!" She growled in anger and signalled for her henchmen to get in the room. They acted immediately and soon I was being lifted by my arms and held in place before her. "This is not a movie where the pretty victim curses the villain out and demands answers." She smirked at me and took a hold of my face in hers squeezing it hard, "This is where the Villain toys with the victim and throws out the tales to them at their on whim. I call the shots here not you." She bared her teeth extracting her canines, "Dear luna." She added with mockery, "You should watch your tongue

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

It was all she wanted and she would achieve it even if it meant becoming a villain in the end. But from what Anna had learned in her past life, if one doesn't become a villain, one should be ready for death. And since she wasn’t ready to die a second time at the hands of the same person, she needed to become a villain. Survival was her priority and she would do anything at the moment to stay alive.

The original Vivian would have been vibrating with anticipation, issuing orders for her finest gowns, plotting how to monopolize Alexander’s attention, and likely already scheming against Sophia Bellweather. *What am I supposed to do?* Panic threatened to resurface. *Play the villain? But that leads straight to the convent and a fatal 'accident'. Rebel? Thomas would see that as weakness or treachery, and he’s dangerous. Sophia seems meek now, but crossing her is crossing fate itself.* The sheer impossibility of her situation pressed down, making the high stone walls feel like a prison closing in. She forced a breath, drawing the crisp, damp air deep into lungs constricted by the tight emeral

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

But both come with a price to be paid. I made a vow to never use my healing for pain, and on a mate, no less. But the blood running through my veins seems angry in a way I’ve never felt it. Maybe it’s from constantly being told who I am and what I have to do. Maybe it’s from being constantly attacked and locked away like a thing to possess. Is this how all villains feel when they get their start? Is that what I am now? A villain…

replied Levy, she knew no matter how cold and heartless it looked this was the truth. The world preyed on those who were weak, seeing their goodness and virtues as nothing but a weakness. This was the reason why people often said that villains were made not born and this was how they were made. Cordelia was not a villain in fact she was willing to lower her head because she thought that she was in the wrong but Levy was sure. One day that patience will snap and Cordelia —— would break. The more brighter and naive she was at the present, the more dark and twisted she will become if her breaking point was touched.