Your Story Has A Villain Novels & Stories

Dad was a man of few words but lots of action. Hence, when he sent me away one day, I just could not believe it. While he was not looking, I used my smartwatch to find Dad's location. By the time I got there, a man had thrown a dagger down in front of Dad. With a mean smirk, he said, "If you die, I'll make sure your daughter gets by just fine. "Why did you have to take the Smith family from me? In the story of this world, you're the bad guy, and I'm the hero. Know your place, go out clean, and Zara will be happy."

Everyone was confused, seeing that they had no idea what this ‘book idea’ was even about. “Mrs. Richman might’ve seen my daily logs and believed that they were genuine, but they were only a cry from my character, not me. You see, my story entails a man and a woman, who finds their way back to each other after being apart for so many years. The male protagonist abducts her in fear that he’d lose her forever, and naturally, her attitude at first wasn’t the most…welcoming.” She blushed sheepishly as she remembered her first days with him.

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.

I felt a different range of emotions going through me at the moment, trying to handle this new situation I was in. ‘Aurelia is the villainess of the otome game I enjoyed playing. She never had a good ending even if the heroine got a bad ending. She is a character not allowed to have happiness. I am here now but I won’t let my fate in the game happen to me.’ I was squeezing the covers on top of me tightly to the point my knuckles whiten. I wouldn’t allow myself to die just because I was the villainess. I will survive and find a happy ending.

And now that I think of it, this world was indeed filled with more dipshits than I can possibly comprehend. For starters, in those little movies they all crowd together to watch, they never really tell the history of the villains. I get it, they are villains, they are the bad guys, the hated guys, and honestly; the reason behind so much hatred is understandable. But then again, it’s a little unfair that we never get to see their whole stories. So they go rogue, wanting to tell their own story, leaving behind them a trail of blood and open graves in the process.

“I know, right. I definitely choose the painful thing you’ve told someone.” I take another bite of my burger. I almost let out a moan since it’s my very first meal for the day. “Why?” “I have listened to many stories where people being victims. I want to see the sides of villains. How and why did they do something cruel to another?” I laughed, “you are such a psychopath.” “It’s not wrong to see things from different side, bro.”

I was aware when I heard those words that I would be forced to witness how bewildered and concerned these young men are for me. "The knowledge that you all know is only a pinch of what truly happened, so do you have time to listen to my story?" I asked them. "Even though I'm the Wiccer, the once creator of this world, they are also hostile to me because they believed that I've almost destroyed this world." When I close my eyes, I hear them sigh, "Do we have a choice?”

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.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.