Your Story Has A Villain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hey, System, are you sure she's the villain?" "Well… sort of. In a romance novel, the third wheel who keeps getting in the way of the main couple's happily-ever-after is basically a villain, right?" The System's lack of confidence brought a faint, wry smile to my lips. "Failing the last world was my own shortcoming. I never blamed you."

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 laughed so much that tears gathered in her eyes. ''You should have killed me when you had the chance, Liam, too bad I'll be doing that first. Not only will I kill you, but I'm also going to take your company too, you see, the villain wins! Not every story has a good ending. I killed your parents and that beautiful little girl and I'm about to kill their little boy who had loved his whole life to avenge them.” she laughed wickedly.

Jana lowered her head and contemplated about Vivien. "After the COO feature turns off, our Ai will talk less and the data will start to cut off a little. At first I hated it, but in time I realized that as a villain's lackey, it doesn't matter if I search for them or not. The settings and the right conditions will soon lead me to them naturally. By the will of the game itself. When the villains sought for help, the circumstances will lead me to them eventually. However, the villains' as well as the protagonists' role are the vital parts of each mission. They needed to be aware of each others' move. Or else, they would be erased without knowing that the opponent has won the round."

I ranted and his lips twitched in amusement as I finished my little rant. "You make it sound like I’m a villain.” He murmured, that infuriatingly smooth voice of his making the words sound almost playful. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, “You are a villain, Zade. Who else would kidnap someone back to their own city?” “A villain, huh?” He tilted his head, his gaze darkening just a fraction as he leaned in slightly, “If I’m a villain, what does that make you?” “Your victim.” I shot back without hesitation, lifting my chin defiantly.

He later sat in the ward with me but was busy with his laptop. “Thank you. We could have gone home instead of stressing you like this.” “I didn’t say I’m stressed. I’m doing my job.” I stayed quiet. I felt the urge to ask him how I ended up following the wrong person last night. Lucian Blackwood and the other man don’t even look alike. The news came on about an illegal gambling den with drugs and thugs, the same place we came from. My life keeps getting more dangerous. I munched on the chips I was served. Orion Kade didn’t look concerned in any way.

And in real life, villains won. Fate had played a cruel game by sending Damon into my life. And I was now more afraid than ever. Because even if we had a story together, I was married to the villain of our story. ***

Every second was too dear to be wasted. “One more thing,” Zephyr said, his tone darkening, stopping my next step. “Don't you think you need a villain in your story? You can’t be the perpetrator. You need a scapegoat.” I narrowed my eyes. Villain? How? I was totally lost at that point. “What are you driving at? I don't get this,” I said, my brows furrowing.

“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.