When We Were Villains Novels & Stories

Ophelia laughed lightly, she said apologetically, “Zoran, I hope it’s not too much trouble for you?” “Of course not! Chairlady Lane, don’t worry. We have all sorts of medication to heal your disciples.” Zoran replied. Then his expression darkened. “So you’ve met The Ten Villains.” Ophelia asked curiously, “You know them?” Zoran nodded, “The Ten Villains were blood brothers. They’re infamous for their evildoings! They have hundreds of men beneath them, ruling over the Wicked Valley, causing havoc to the surrounding villages. To put it simply, they are a bunch of bandits.”

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Vampires caught turning humans without proper permission were dismembered, and their body parts were scattered around North America areas that they ruled over as a deterrent to others. The families were defanged, disenfranchised, and abandoned to starve in the streets. There was a form of punishment that neither he nor Henry had ever witnessed, but the stories they had heard as kids had given them both nightmares. Aric grumbled as he finished his fourth mug of spiced blood and declared, "This isn't helping." In agreement, his companion stood up and said, "No, it's not. Let's get out of here." Overstuffed, they braved the brisk autumn morning air of Spokane.

Our vengeance would be delivered not through blind rage, but through calculated precision. As we embarked on our mission to expose Selene's treachery, I reminded the pack of our core values. We would confront our adversaries with unwavering courage, but we would not lose sight of the principles that made us who we were. Our actions would be guided by justice and compassion, a stark contrast to the deceit and manipulation that Selene had employed.

I kept telling him that we don’t need anyone in our life, we are better off alone. That made Villain upset, so we spent weeks arguing back and forth. Sometimes the arguments got to the point that he threatens to go to the moon goddess to ask to be released from me. making me become human. I did not care, I told him that he could do whatever made him happy then I blocked him. I kept him block for a week, when I pull my walls down Villain never say a word to me. He quietly thought that sometimes I thought that he disappeared, till I felt him running back and forth in my mind.

I believed that our pack was destined for greatness under his leadership, and I yearned to follow in his mighty footsteps. But on one fateful day, the alliance, those who dared call themselves the "good guys," arrived at our pack house, their faces contorted with disdain and hatred. Their words were venomous, echoing through the halls as they declared war upon us. They spared no insult, casting my father as the embodiment of evil and cruelty, as if their own hands were devoid of bloodstains.

Our determination was fueled by the love we shared, the unwavering bond that had blossomed in the midst of adversity. As the final pieces of our plan fell into place, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought us here. The pain, the anguish, the moments of despair—all of them had shaped us, molded us into warriors ready to face our demons. We were no longer victims, but survivors, fighting tooth and nail for our freedom. In the face of impending danger, we stood united, our resolve unyielding. We would not let Liam's cruel games continue unchecked. The time had come to take a stand, to reclaim our lives and break free from the chains that bound us.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Chaylen said, chuckling sardonically. “Ryan, were they messing with you?” Slyvester asked. These three men came to me at the time I really needed them the most. ‘Oh thank God for making me the female lead in this Harem!’ From level 1 to 200, I proudly gawked back at the two villains. Then instantly moved one step backward, as coward coyotes in front of the lions. ‘It’s four vs. two, fools. Now show me your fangs!’ “Chill, dudes. We’re just greeting him a happy evening.”