Hero Villian Novels & Stories

“She gave everything for you. And what did you do? You used her for your own benefit. You used her for publicity, for your image, like she was nothing but a prop.” He shook his head weakly, trying to speak, but the shadows around his throat silenced him. “You killed her child, Hyperion,” I spat, my rage bubbling to the surface. “You erased her memories, took away her life, and left her with nothing.” I saw the regret in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. “You’re not a hero,” I snarled. “You’re a villain. Just like the G.H.C. You pretend to fight for justice, but you’re all the same. All of you. You’re nothing but killers and liars.”

I was simply playing my role in a larger scheme, and her emotions were proof of my success in manipulating her. “Well, Dahlia,” I said, my tone gentle, “I’m glad you’re excited. I just wanted to make sure you had a memorable holiday. I’ll ensure everything is perfect.” As Dahlia’s eyes shimmered with gratitude, I felt a fleeting pang of guilt—though it was quickly overshadowed by my satisfaction. I was using her as a pawn in my revenge, and every step of the plan was falling into place. In the end, her happiness was merely a tool in my grand design, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I took in watching her respond to my every gesture.

Sebastian questioned, his brow furrowed. "She might," Aiden acknowledged, taking a sip from his water bottle. "You are aware, and you still risk it all," Sebastian said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Hmm," Aiden simply hummed, drinking down the bottle of water. "Do you realize how much of a good person you are? Everybody in the business world calls you a villain, a title you've embedded into your own soul, but you are far from a villain. More like an antihero," Sebastian observed, his admiration evident in his tone.

"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!]

“If I’m stuck in this world, I’m not living it like some spineless doormat.” The mice blinked at her, bewildered. Sandy—no, Erella—smirked, determination glinting in her eyes. “This story’s going to change. If fate thinks I’ll play the sweet little servant who waits around for magic, it’s got another thing coming.” She looked up, voice firm and resolute. “DARN IT!!! I’d rather be the villainess than this doormat of a heroine!” she cried out in frustration.

The picture of an uninterested guy in his late teens, and a girl in all smiles stared back at her in a selfie angle. "System what's going on?" Zhi Ruo asked, calmly. It took her to its system's space. She sat casually on her blood red seat waiting for a reply. {You have been transported to a small world in a teen drama web novels 'HIS TOUGH LOVE'. You have assumed the body of this story's villain, Tae Rin and would revive her memories.} {This story's plot revolves around how the beautiful and pure female lead Mi Cha tries to win the heart of the male lead Min Seok, an extremely handsome and cold teenager.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

Giovanni hit the brakes when he was certain they couldn't run from him any longer and came out of his car, the smirk still on his face. "Things shouldn't have been this difficult," he called out as he walked towards them. They were helping each other to their feets. Penelope got slightly bruised. "You see," Dr. Giovanni continued. "As much as it looks like that man... Ericson, is the hero here, he actually is the villain. He knew none of you will be able to escape the long arm of the goddess. No one ever has and no one ever will and instead of letting you, Harold Girard, have a peaceful death away from life's troubles, he made you struggle, involve other innocent folks and now, you all will

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.