Your Story Has A Villain Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Words like psycho and stalker were attached to it, repeated over and over until they started to feel like fact. I imagined her watching it unfold in real time, trying to figure out how to defend herself without looking guilty. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. The thing about narratives is that once people decide who the villain is, they rarely change their minds. And I had given them a villain wrapped in just enough “evidence” to feel righteous about it. I set my phone down again and closed my eyes, letting the heat of the bath seep into my skin. “This is just the beginning, Clara."

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

King Edward softly spoke, and I swallowed hard because my tears glistened in my eyes like they were about to come out. “King Edward, why are you tolerating my actions? I have committed something bad at Abigail, and provoked Lady Maureen so she would hurt me.” I mumbled, sounded sad because of the guilt in my heart. He laughed hard before he shook his head, making my mouth hang open in disbelief. “Did you know that every villain has their back story? I don't think you are the protagonist but the villains who's been trying to revenge against those bitches. Just do what you want because I know you will never fight them back if they don't hurt you first.”

Ares' Pov. The room was a mess. Papers and books were scattered everywhere, and clothes were thrown haphazardly on the bed and floor. I paced back and forth, clenching and unclenching my fists. I couldn’t believe how things had gone wrong. Just when I thought I was making progress with Dahlia, she started putting her walls back up. This wasn’t part of my plan. She was crucial to my revenge. Without her trust, my whole scheme would fall apart.

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.