Novel & Cerita When We Were Villains

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

But in the end, we both couldn’t help but just play along. It was hilariously awkward as Seolhyun and I pretended to be super tight while going through the usual friendisms for the camera's sake. We slapped on huge fake smiles for the audience, holding hands and calling each other best friends and soulmates. We told the camera that it may seem that we're rivals, but really, we're the first to be happy for each other when the other land commercial deals, even when we stole commercials from each other. Then the VJ paused the shoot to reset the camera and the smiles immediately dropped as we muttered at each other.

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But now, it was clear that we needed to delve into that world, to confront the demons that had resurfaced. We reached out to Victor's contacts, the few individuals he trusted from his days in the field. They were cautious, wary of being dragged back into a world they had left behind. But when they heard the urgency in our voices, the threat that loomed over our heads, they knew they had to help. In a dimly lit safehouse, we gathered with those who were willing to assist us. Each face bore the scars of their past, a reminder of the dangers they had faced. They shared their stories, their experiences with the enemy who now sought revenge against Victor.

Turns out, Vivaldi was a cursed werewolf, and not the vampire terrorizing Shadowvale, just like he'd said. I'd nearly staked him like a tomato plant, all because I was seeing red. He needed my help, wanted to team up, be my little brother, and what did I give him? Pain, mistrust, and almost a stake to the heart. Man, I was on a one-way guilt trip to Making-It-Right town.

It would never be over. We just changed which side we were fighting for. And I was starting to realize—we might be the villains in someone else's story.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

He stormed out. A shiver descended my spine as the realization slowly crept into my consciousness, setting me aflame with a seething anger. The pack I had considered family, the wolves I had embraced trustingly, had betrayed my kin. They had orchestrated the brutal demise of my parents and brother; they had taken from me the only people that made my world go round in roses.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.