Novel & Cerita What It Takes To Be A Villainess

But Camilla, she killed and tormented for her amusement. She did terrible things just because she found it entertaining. That is what is scary: a villain with a clear motive can be somewhat changed. But someone who kills merely for fun isn’t someone who can be trusted. I have heard from my parents about how the people who were considered villains actually thought they were helping the world. Yes, they caused a lot of harm but in their opinions, they really thought they were changing the world. Others believed that you need to burn the world down first so you can build it up.

"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."

The lady whose eyes were shaking a while ago, stood tall and spoke without emotion. "Why?" I asked as I sat down on the chair. This is going to take a while. "Just like you, vengeance runs deep in my blood." "...." I looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue. "I will avenge my mother and sit on that golden damn throne." She smirked wickedly as greed glistened in her eyes. "You're not worthy of the crown." Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed.

Now she wanted that guy even if he wasn't a unique thing but he had done many mistakes and so now she wanted to see his happy life crumbling down. The other guy wasn't bad too or that was what he thought but he wanted that particular male to cry and feel the pain that he had felt in his childhood. He couldn't forget the promise that he did and he would do anything to get that done. The most dangerous villain was the one who knew his opponent's weaknesses and was always focused on getting to his opponent's weaknesses. Sadly, they both knew the weakness of their enemy. They weren't two small enemies but rather choose to be one big evildoer.

However, this character was very difficult to cast. That was because not only was the character's appearance ugly, but the character was cunning and vicious, and at the same time, she also had a pitiful side. This character was once forcefully taken advantage of by a few men in the early stages of the story. After that, one of the men was sick, so she was also infected. She was originally a victim, but the victim chose to harm others. She wanted more innocent people to be harmed to make herself feel better.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

Lily looked down at him coldly, not a trace of warmth in her eyes. “Cut the act. Do you really think I’m stupid? “Save the excuses. If you’d actually had any self-control, the system wouldn’t have been able to use you in the first place.” Everyone knew the truth. As strange as that malicious system was, it could only fully control people who already had something rotten hiding inside them. Ethan was proof of that. Even when the system managed to influence him for a moment, he snapped out of it almost immediately and held on to who he really was.

"I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back." "No," I said, pulling back to look at him. "That’s what he wants. He wants you to be the violent, unstable boy the papers are describing. We have to play this differently." I looked at the shattered glass on the floor, the shards catching the light. I was a red-flag woman now, according to the world. A fallen woman. Fine. If they wanted a villain, I would give them one. But I wouldn't be Victor’s trophy, and I wouldn't be Seven’s victim.

Then I turned to a fresh page and wrote at the top: The Villain. Not Juliette specifically. The type. The woman who weaponised her own fragility, who had learned early that the most effective form of control was making other people feel responsible for your survival. I had been watching Juliette operate for the length of my marriage without having language for it. Now I did. I wrote for two hours. The villain who emerged on the page was terrifying not because she was cruel — cruelty was easy to identify and resist — but because she was convincing. She had learned to make her desperation look like devotion. She had learned that the most effective cage was one the captive built himself out of