I Woke Up As The Villain Novels & Stories

I did not know that the best day I was going to wake up, I'd be a completely different person and I'd remember nothing about this tragedy and my parents who saved my life by sacrificing theirs. That was it.....The end of the Vaidel Dynasty— My home. A bolt of lightning struck me and I felt the weight over my eyelids vanishing into something unknown giving me the chance to open my eyes as who I was--A vampire; Jasmine Doloris Winchester.

🖱️Victor🖱️ I know he doesn’t trust me. Not the way you trust someone with your back turned and your eyes closed. He watches me sometimes like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like he expects me to wake up one day and remember I’m supposed to be the villain in his story. But that doesn’t matter right now. Because today was the most fun I have ever had in my entire life. And that’s not something I say lightly.

Rick’s POV: I have patched her up really well and tried opening the video again and again but that is just a personal preference. Now I was waiting for her to wake up so that I can wake her up into the real world too. I was not happy with where this all had headed, and the fact that I peed on her and hit her had just made me hate myself. Well, even if it was a dream, I shouldn’t have been the villain. "Octavia! Wake the heck up!" I gently patted her cheek and her eyelids moved.

At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism. The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression. “What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room. “Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?” “I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-” “I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

He launched himself at her with the reckless abandon of a child desperate for comfort. “Mommy!” he cried, his voice filled with both longing and pain. ‘I’m a mother!?’ Gwyneth stumbled back a step, completely unmoored by the reality before her. She gazed down at the little boy clinging to her with all his might, her mouth agape but no words emerging. Her heart raced frantically as the horrifying truth settled in. This boy—this adorable, trembling little boy—was Dylan. The same Dylan who would grow up to become the villain of the novel.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

I felt weak and tired, even though I just woke. I woke up this morning so that’s a good thing. It’s not like I didn’t trust Beta to keep me safe if things went out of hand. Someone groaned next to me and I froze. Wait, did Viktor come home in the middle of the night? Memories of last night flood in as I remember waking up to him in bed.

Then perhaps it was time I stopped following anyone else's rules. Perhaps it was time I stopped being their pawn. A slow smile spread across my face. Cold. Sharp. Mine. The witches thought they controlled me. Jeremy thought he understood the board. The Alphas thought they knew the enemy. Maybe they were all wrong. Maybe it was time I became the villain on my own terms. And for the first time in a very long while... I looked forward to what came next.

I turned—and came face to face with myself. She stood there, eyeing me with icy, dark eyes. She looked like me, but something was wrong. Her lips twisted in a nasty sneer, her stance relaxed, confident. But there was no kindness in her face. No warmth. Only something sharp and unyielding. The villainous version of me. She tilted her head. “Did you think you were the hero in this story?” I took a deep breath. “You’re not real.”