Your Story Has A Villain Novels & Stories

"He loved power more." Elena's head shook, retreating. "No. He must've had a reason. Perhaps he was threatened. Perhaps—" "Maybe you've been defending a memory that no longer exists." She balled her fists. "You think it's about you being the hero?" "No," he said. "I'm the villain of your story. I knew that a long, long time ago." Her eyes pricked over, but she made them not fall. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Do you think you can take care of her? Do you think that woman will treat her well?" A shadow flickered in his eyes. He knew the truth. It only made him angrier. "I don’t care," he growled. "I will take care of her myself. Remember this. You are the villain in my story. And I will do anything—anything—to erase you from my life." I scoffed through his grip. "I don’t remember my vows, but let me recite one for you. I, Veronica, won’t even keep you in my story. Not even as a side character."

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.

Chapter One: I never imagined that I would be the villain in this tale. Not a fleeting evil that could be forgiven with a slip of the tongue or a foolish decision, but an evil as heavy as iron, leaving its mark on every corner of my life, and even on the lives of the people around me. I tortured my family and enslaved them, humiliated my fiancé before everyone, and repeatedly sought to kill the Crown Prince to seize his position. I did not stop there I killed many innocent souls without hesitation. And yet, you let me live.

I ended it there because it’s Evander’s turn to speak. “Sometimes, the hardest battle to fight with, is our dark experiences. Sometimes, the loudest noise that we can hear is the chaos inside our head because we continuously hear those bad voices inside our head and sometimes, the worst villain we can encounter is ourselves. We are all fighting a silent battle – some might be tolerable but some might be severe” he stated. Now it’s my turn again.

"Ryder is stronger than you think, no harm will come to him, okay?" Ava nodded, "Okay." Evena looked at the books on the table in front of Ava. "So what are the books for?" "My aunt wants me to learn about the glorious history of vampires." "And how much gloriousness have you seen in all your reading?" Evena asked. "Not much, the ancient vampires were so cruel. Just look, this man named Dracon slaughtered an entire town just because the children laughed at his shirt." "Really?" Evena asked in interest. "Uh...huh, this other woman named Juliet killed all the nuns in a convent by feeding on their blood and draining them."

Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench. Black veins climb her throat to her jaw. The veins are mine, in nine years, if I am not careful. "My name is Morrigwen, host. I was the first. The Salt Throne was mine. I burned it down. I burned my own children. The pearl made me hungry and I ate everyone I had ever loved and then I ate the kingdom and then I ate the continent and then there was nothing left but the trench it sent me back to. I have been here for eighteen thousand years. I have been waiting to tell someone

She stared at her evenly before enunciating, "I am a player in this game. Just like you. Now can we talk properly?" Denise' eyes bulged two times its original size. Her gasp almost swallowed Jana whole. "You... you!" "Me? Me!" she squealed, "I"m the reason why you died on the last level!" Jana saw her mouth formed into a smile. Yet before she could let it out, Jana's words made her stop. "Stupid!" She gathered her notes before unceremoniously bashing Jana's head with it. "Stupid! You could've find another way to overcome the situation without actually killing me! I have the unfortunate role of being the villain's lackey throughout these missions— the problem is, with every storyline, there e

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

“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.