𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒━ 00:00 ; control - halsey 04:24 ; heathens - twenty øne pilots 08:04 ; look what you made me do (slowed) - taylor swift 11:55 ; play with fire - sam tinnesz

pov: your sibling eats the food you saved for your netflix marathon

*sighs goes back to wattpad*

all of a sudden everyones a wattpad author-

“They laugh at me because I’m different, but I laugh at them because they are all the same.” ~The Joker

came for the music, stayed for the authors in the comments

It's concerning that I have nearly every song in villain themed playlists in my phone

POV: you walk inside of the big manor with a can of oil and a box if matchsticks in your hand after spraying the oil everywhere in the house. The sly grin plastered on your face with the most devilish thoughts to destroy the people living peacefully in the manor. "Oh! You are here! Wait....what's that?" The old woman in her 50s asked you with a concerned expression. "Nothing" you say and drop the can on the floor causing the remaining oil to spill of the floor. You lit up the match and throw it on the oil spill making the woman scream in terror as you watched the flames engulf the manor. you walk out of the manor and stand by the big metal gates watching the manor burn. "Was fun living with family"

My friends: omg! You are so kind and innocent! My headphones at 2am:

POV: "P-please don't kill them! They are innocent, why are you doing this?!" his voice echoes through the room as you move your gaze to see him - bathed in blood - using all of his willpower to stand on his feet. The desperation in his voice is crystal clear. "Well, isn't this your fault, brother?" you speak calmly as you gaze down to him. "I am sorry then! Just let these people go okay?! Don't drag others in this matter, you can still be a hero too! You can save people, it's better than having a path of blood in your life... We need you! It's not too late, we can save you!" He yells at you with a teary, pleading eyes - a puddle of blood starts to form below him. You fell silent. ...Hero? Saving people..? You quietly laugh at the ridiculous idea. What game are these people playing? They all cower in front of you when you prove what you're capable of. Those so called ''heroes" are now trembling in your presence, with petty excuses and sweet charms for your redemption. The smell of gasoline fills the room, fearful murmurs are heard from your hostages. You grip harder to your lighter, your body feels strangely warm despite the bone-stabbing coldness of the winter night. "Sister...please... our parents would be proud if you turn back now. _We miss the old you_ " he whispers softly. Those words come out as an attempt to negotiate with you, yet it just slashed open a scar you've long forgotten. Anger, resentment, and hatred envelopes you as you throw your head back with a chuckle. "Pfft... bahahahah!!" a bitter laugh escapes your mouth and your brother freezes, taken aback. " _Our parents..?_ You mean *your* parents, because no matter what I do they won't give a sh*t! No matter how much I achieved, no matter how much I tried! I'm not going back that path anymore!! I'm not going to face those eyes, those underestimating eyes-" you shudder, remembering the ghosts of their disappointed faces. "-to the time where everyone resent me. I wont let them do that, now they shall fear my presence" you raise your voice, chest heaving up and down as you try to calm the raging emotions inside you. Your _beloved_ brother stands there in surprise, regret and sorrow flashing in his eyes. "My beloved sister... you will regret this later! Please, we love you. No matter what you think you are, you are still a part of our family, please come back..." To your surprise, a tear starts to fall from his mesmerizing eyes. You feel a sharp sting in your chest, a sense of guilt that tugs in your chest. Can you still come back? ...No. It's too late to come back now. You take a deep breath and hold your head up high as you face your little brother. The brother you love, the brother you cherish. It's not his fault you became who you are now, it's _their_ fault. "...I know you love me, brother. I really do. But that's where you are wrong too.. Because they didn't love me as much as you do. I'm sorry.." With that you push the button as you turn your back and run. You run and run and run, ignoring all the screams of agony behind you. Your heart aches as your brother's face flashes through your memory, yet you can't help but notice that a weight in your shoulder is relieved. The pain, the grudge, the suffering. As a loud bang echos in your eardrums, you fly through the night; your trail of revenge will begin soon and a thin smile forms on your face.

Pov: Everyone is happy and dancing and getting drunk at the wedding reception of the protagonist man and the girl but you're the antagonist and couldn't accept their happiness after what happened so you showed up wearing black satin dress with spaghetti strap, v neck style matching your red bloody heels and with your red lipstick on. And you're clapping both of your hands together wearing a black gloves and laughing as you enter the reception and saying, "The guards outside kinda weak. I just snapped their necks and stab them and they're all in the grounds." While walking forward to the newly wed couple and you snatch a champagne in waiter's tray. And you suddenly stop walking forward and smile disappear in your face and said, "Oh, my bad. Congratulations on your wedding MY EX-HUSBAND and MY LOVELY SISTER. Hope your marriage stay a year without any of both of you dying". You smirked and put down the glass and say, "You both better watch out."

Pov The wind whistle in your ears as you slowly walked out of the woods to be greeted by vicious werewolves. You cocked your head to the side to see them growling and there sharp teeth ready to rip flesh, but like there small baby teeths will frighten you. You let out a smile as you stepped out further for them to see you covered in blood. You were soaking from head to toe from your predator. It wasn't really messy or hard, to stop him, but you couldn't help yourself on having a little fun. You lifted up your fingers and started licking the blood off your fingers as you throw in... A rewarding gift to the pack. "Guess your alpha didn't make the cut". You said in a pity tone. The pack backed away to witness there alpha in front of them... Well what's left of him. "Now..." You said patiently. You slowly walked to the pack with more anger and power in your eyes. "Bow to your new Alpha". *sorry if its bad or too dark* 😣

Damn, I should be doing my homeworks while listening to this playlist but yeah, I ended up imagining my villain character sitting on a chair that can turn 360 degrees with a black cat beside me, and I laugh out of no where as the hero of the city begg'n me to save him while he's bathing with his own blood. "You should have done that earlier.....brother" I replied.

POV: The ballroom falls silent as you appear at the top of the grand, sweeping staircase. A small, innocent smile settles on your lips which are painted a brilliant red as you descend the staircase, slowly, letting each, pronounced step echo around the room. People whisper, jaws slacken but you ignore them, your gaze in solely on one person. The Prince, a delicate silver crown perched atop his black, silky hair, dark as sin. He turns to face you and his sharp, blue eyes light up in a dangerous spark as his eyes scan you head to toe; the red dress you’re wearing matches your upturned lips perfectly, hugging your curves and splaying out at the bottom so that it trails behind you, slithering down the steps like a silky, blood-red snake. With a wave of the Prince’s hand the ballroom falls back into chatter, useless gossip from throughout the kingdom, no doubt. You still feel eyes linger on you as you step up to the Prince, letting the smile tug your lips further. He looks down at you and those eyes, those eyes have done so much, so many terrible things. And it is time for revenge. He bends into a low sweeping bow, extending a pale hand in silent invitation to dance as a slow, magical waltz starts up, the music weaving through the air and couples take to the floor, sweeping skirts and black suits. Perfect. You place your hand in his and when he looks up he only lets a flash of surprise show on his face, so fleeting that you could have imagined it. He pulls you close and leads you to the centre of the room, your steps are perfectly in sync, your hands mould together perfectly. Too bad all this perfection will have to come to an end. His hand grazes your waist and the other one tilts your face so that you are forced to look at his eyes. Those terrible eyes who have seen so much, done too much. Your blood boils and your hand slips beneath your skirt. He’s about to open his mouth to speak but those sensuous lips form a surprised ‘o’ shape, a silent scream as you drive a ruby-encrusted dagger through his heart. The blood that spider-webs across his white shirt and stains the black tuxedo a colour darker than black is warm on your hands, a silent comfort. The music falters and people slowly stop their oh-so-perfect steps. Nobody realises what has happened until you let the Prince’s body slump forward. From his throne at the front of the room, the King lets out a yell of outrage but you have already hurled a dagger through the air. It cuts through the music, silencing it completely, the silver gleaming in the light of crystal chandeliers before it finds its home; right in the King’s heart. You turn and survey the room which has fallen silent for your hands, coated in scarlet red blood, are flickering with flames. And your flesh is not burning. “Anyone else?” Nobody dares answer your question, a few slump to the ground having fainted with shock, the rest hardly daring to breathe. Eyes are wide as they glance at your hands alight with flame and there are shouts and roars of frustration from down the castle corridors as guards pound against locked doors. “Good.” You bend down and pluck the silver crown off the dead Prince’s head, settling it atop your own, unbound hair. The crowd parts for you, a sea of frightened bodies as you cross the room, power radiating off your every step. You reach the top of the room and toss the King’s body off his throne with a careless shove that extracts a few gasps from the crowd. You brush a burning hand over the intricate carvings of the throne and let it erupt into flames of fiery red and brilliant orange. You take a seat on that throne and gaze across your castle, your people, your kingdom. You do not burn.

pov: As the queen gets married to her king, he looks at her whispers in her ear “my dear, you are marrying a psycho..” As the queen looks her husband in his eyes, whispers “my darling the villain is me, not you...” with a smirk on her face as she says that. The queen takes her dagger slits his throat. As the king whispers his last words “Who are you” she replies “your worst nightmare..” I don’t write books nor novels, but I have tried by best.

No one: Me: *Forms a whole plot for my story with this song but never writes it*

I have like 8 tests next week and I should be studying but no. Let's imagine scenarios and read the POV's that are in the comments edit: OH God.... i did not expect this many likes

Villains are not born evil, they were made evil by the people around them.

dude this is sad, i want these slowed songs on spotify :(

The girl ran down the hall singing loudly, she walked up to the ball room door and yanked it open. Everyone in the crowd gasped as they saw the girl walk down the ball room steps, bear foot and covered in dirt. She walked up to the man seated on the throne, and laughed as he shook in his seat. "You shouldn't be scared of me your highness, after all I'm, just a pawn in the grande scheme of things." She said nonchalantly and gracefully pulled the dagger from her garter and stabbed the King in his chest. The crowd had one final collective gasp before they all fell down.

Pov: You're oldest sibling of a rich Family. You're dad absolutely hates you because he wanted a powerful 1st child and all your siblings are "better" than you. Little did everyone know you privately trained with your mom until your dad found out. You ofc were beat for keeping your powers a secret and you mother was put in the hospital and died of "unknown" problems. You wanted to be a hero and rebell against your father but you're not too sure anymore. The end you may continue the story

Pov: (disclaimer I'm not the best at writing) You burst open the doors with a clang, everyone stares in your direction, jaws ajar, as you strut in with leather black boots, and a flowy black dress trailing behild you, as a bride traditionally wears a white dress. You stand there, at the entrance as everyone stares. You adjust your crown and pat off your dress. You resume your walk down the wedding aisle, a sly grin slowly emerging, almost dancing, across your lips. You strut up the marble steps with and stand right in front of the king and glare into his souless, blue icy eyes. He stands there, a confused look on his face as he trys to understand what's happening. As you put a hand into your hidden pocket and pull out a silver dagger you lean into his ear and whisper, "I should've done this a long time ago." you stab him right in the heart and he collapses to the floor. You take the dagger out of his back and blood trickles across the floor. You twirl the knife around in your hand gazing at it. You then turn around and sit down on the former king's throne. You smile and wipe blood off your lip as you anounce to everyone in the room "All hail me ... the new queen."

My aesthetic: 🌸🎀🍬👛🩰💗🍥🧸💒 My music: 🖤🩸🔪🪓⛓🕷☠️

The story with the beginning of the song omgggbit fit so well ❤️👁💧👄💧👁❤️

Pov: You arrived at prom late, but you looked elegant. you spotted your friends at a table, they all looked shocked, but you didn't mind it. You walked up to them, and they all just stood there, frozen. One of your friends started to cry, repeatedly saying sorry for drowning you. No one seemed to move, speak or take their eyes off you. They are hypnotised by you, by your dress. You looked at your friends, you asked "why did you kill my family" none of them answered. "ANSWER ME!" Still, none of them answered. Ending 1: You stood there waiting for them to answer, one of them laughed before they answered "don't be dumb y/n, your family was rich, we were never your real friends, the only reason we were your friends is cause your family was rich. So we killed them and stole all your money" they said while laughing. *bang*. A gun was fired after they said that. *bang* *bang* bang* more gunshot. You killed all of them. "Say hello to Satan for me, my dearest friends," you said before giggling like a maniac... Ending 2: "oh so none of you guys are gonna answer, *giggling* then why not just die," you said. They all pleaded you not to kill them. *bang* *bang* bang*. You killed them all before laughing crazily. Soon after you left the prom, killing every single person who had wronged you. The police soon arrived after you left. You became a missing person since no one could find you, five years later everyone assumed you dead, but you were alive and stronger than ever. "No one will ever know that I'm alive, they never will, *NEVER.* " Edit:this is so shitty 😶

POV : You walk into a ball looking like the most stunning women in there only no one knows you. You have a masquerade mask on. Everyone stares at you, whispering everywhere. Only you lock eyes with one person, who is staring right back at you. The connection you felt with him was deep. It’s like you knew him from a past life.

POV: you live in a hero world. Your parents are some of the biggest villains ever known. Only villains have dark sides and you have one. You and your friends are hero’s. Well you try to be. Eventually your dark side takes control. You try and try to fight it but it wins. One day, you have to take down some hero’s but they aren’t just any heroes. They’re your old friends... You remember them and that you’ve been friends for years and you and your dark side fight for control.

pov you’re slowly walking to the mafia boss’ bedroom door. you hear noises inside and immediately feel the predator in you rise. you had already taken out most of the guards with a simple kitchen knife. with the moonlight gently hitting the right side of your face, you verify that no ones around and slowly open the door to the boss’s room. he’s alone, sitting at his desk with a drink in his hand and you can’t stand the thought of his heart still beating in your presence. you shamelessly walk in to the room with your tight black dress and red heels and startle the old man. he notices your knife and doesn’t seem to be able to speak. he eventually starts begging for his life. how annoying. “you don’t know what you’re doing please put that down. you don’t have to do this please let me live. i can find your little sister please don’t do this” “it’s already done.” with one slash.. his heart finally stops. you notice he was trying to reach for a gun under his desk while distracting you with the begging. you walk out feeling something you’ve never felt before. feeling powerful. this wasn’t going to stop here. you were going to kill every single person who had anything to do with your sisters disappearance. “how exciting” you think while walking out of the huge house, into the dark, knowing you have finally found your passion.

POV: you walk away from the bedroom, blood covering your hands and ball gown. Looking down at your hands, your brain finally grasps what you did. You return to your room and stare at yourself in the mirror. You don’t recognize the person who looks back at you. They have a sneaky smile that you know isn’t yours. “What have I done?” You ask youself. “You did what you must,” the reflection responds.

Listening to this after the day of your mental breakdown and deciding that you won't let anyone hurt you again is another mood

She smiled, knowing that Matilda were to never come back. Nobody knew, but she was going to make sure the whole world found out. "MALI! STOP THIS AT ONCE!" She screamed from the darkness. She wasn't going to let this happen. Not again. I laughed, holding her by collar. "Look what you made me do."

POV: You gaze at the beautiful artwork you made from the top floor. The cherry colored liquid is painted in swirls, angles and spirals downstairs. Bodies huddled near the wall framing the perfect picture. A smirk paints your face as you take the pale gloves from your hands. A mere glance to the colorless faces sends you into a laughing fit. "Oh what a pity" you coo "so ignorant... ah but what can you do?" You turn down the shadow like hallway calmly stepping down the stairs to the first floor. As you get to the bottom you stop to look at one of the nearby bodies. The beautiful paint of pain and blood on their clothes, but you don't focus on that. You focus on the long brown jacket that only has a few speckles of red. Carefully you take the heavy jacket and place it on you. Now satisfied and with a turn you click your tongue leaving out the back door into the chilly night air. Soon the family children will arrive from their clubs, soon the cops will come, and by then, you'll be long gone back into the shadows. Waiting for your next painting to come.

My mom: turn the music off, it's too loud Me: *makes it louder* "oh, look what you made me do"

POV: You’ve been hiding your mental pain for years and you watch as it starts to turn you into a dark, less joyful, not as happy version of yourself but no one’s concerned about it since not a lot of people pay attention to you

I was hurt at a young age i started to practice with guns and knives. Fire amazes me and people make me feel like I've become a villain and i only have because of them. They are the true villains - Unknown

Pov: you're done and you want to turn your humanity off... I turn it off🖤

Pov: You find out that someone you trusted is responsible for the death of your best friend.

pov- You scoff as tears roll down his cheeks. you spit in his ear, "weak as ever, aren't you?" you tighten your grip around your emerald dagger, gripping his brown hair tightly with the other hand. You think, "And to think, a month ago, I would've killed to run my hands through his hair. Funny now, I'm killing HIM!" You snort out loud, which causes him to look up at you. He whispers, "W-why?" You seethe, "You chose her, didn't you? That angelic, perfect girl... This is all on you." Another tear rolls down his face, and you angrily swipe it off. You say, "At least die with dignity. Actually, no. I don't think you will." You shove him in front of you and spit, "Kneel." He stammers, "Wh-What?" You spin your dagger around your fingers, and say, grinning, "I said, bow down to me." He slowly gets to his knees, his head bowed down. Your face breaks into a true, genuine grin, watching him weaken in front of you. You whisper, "Last words?" He opens his mouth, and you slit his throat. You whisper, "You don't deserve that much." You spit on his life-less body, and spin on your heel, slamming the rooftop door behind you.

Note: I dont know what I did here, but the ending sucks and I hate it so much. ~ Grabbing my lighter out of my pocket, I Grabbed a piece of paper to accompany it as it causes yet another house fire. This time, however isn't just random. Glaring at the upper left window, bad memories start to resurface. 'Get back here!' 'Run, Emily! Run and dont come back!' Shaking my head to get rid of them, I pushed my thumb down on the lighter and held the piece of paper near the new flame. Walking towards the open door, I place the burning thing next to the curtains. I watched as the flames rose to the ceiling. I've always enjoyed the fires company, it brought me warmth. Maybe this time, I'll embrace it. Walking towards my old bedroom, my hatred grew even more. He had replaced everything in my room, for the next little perfect angel. Any traces of me once living here were gone. I eventually went to the master bedroom, and was startled when I saw the one who made my blood boil. My Father. Grabbing the switchblade, i pointed it at him. "Dont move. I wont hesitate." The flames were starting to rise up the stairs. "What are you gonna do? Your weak. You cant even handle a fall from a 4 story building." Digging the blade into his neck, he decided I was threat. "I dont like your perfect little family." Glaring at him more, I subconsciously drag blood out of his throat. "What do want?! I can give you money, another chance in this house! I can get you a job- you always talked about wanting a good one, right?" His words came out in a rush, not wanting to die just yet. It was pathetic, really. The flames were now surrounding us. I softened the hold on him. "I'd like that." Smirking like a little idiot, the man thought he got free. "Except I dont care anymore. I havent cared for you-not for a long time."

Pov for song 1: You always lived in a rich family, but you disliked them. As your siblings ask you to go find some gold coins they had hid in the basement, you accept. You go down to the basement. You hear soft whispers. You get the gold coins and run, but you're stopped. It's a lady with black hair. "I can only warn you once, please, let us live. When you die, if you've written us down, we can survive. If we survive, we'll visit you and write you down, so when we die the cycle will continue." You thought she was lying, but before you could speak she added something, "I can only warn you once. But what I am warning you is that you must run. Write us down, and run. We were part of the royal family once to. The king and queen met some evil demons, and they had written them down. The cycle had continued. If we come back, we can stop them." She finished. "From what?" You say suspiciously. "They and the demons killed all the children they had. If we rip up the papers that have their names written down, we can win. Please." You agree, and write the lady down. You give the coins to your siblings, and told them all to run. They didn't listen. (I may or may not continue POV's for the other songs. But this story has ended.)

Pov: Everyone's staring in the town as you enter, your body covered in blood as it trails behind you. You enter the Queen's castle and throw the head of her husband down. Smiling evilly you speak in a low tone "Your husband was quite a challenge. I loved every minute of it to". The Queen screams and calls for the guards but your already walking to her, thrusting the knife into her chest and giving it a sharp twist. You let out a loud laugh before walking out the castle, smiling.

The fact I actually know all the songs for once

pov: you crouch in the distance, hiding behind the wreckage of buildings as the female ahead smirked, walking as the fire behind her grew. you covered your mouth to suppress your growing breaths, glancing over here and then. you glance once more, eyes widening in fear as her body was nowhere to be found. you quickly turn, seeing her sitting next to you, leaning back as she lit a cigarette. "beautiful thing, isn't it?" she started, flicking the cig. "watching the world you once loved, go down in flames."

I'm a clean, pure white paper until I accidentally made a little dot in the middle and suddenly that's the only thing you can see... ...so I'll just paint a self portrait for you to bow down then. I'm not called the artist for no reason after all

Imagine you’re the woman: His sword got thrown on the floor with a loud thud, far away from him*, She aggressively pushed him against a wall with a dagger pressed firmly against his throat. Both of them are out of breath after the struggle. She is full of rage, he always pushed it too far, she’s mad yet she doesn’t dare to look at his face. There is a tense silence echoing through the dark and the silent halls, only dimly lit by sunlight, slightly peering through the window, covered with dark curtains , aligning the entire hallway. Only the heavy breathing of both of them is heard. The silence is abruptly interrupted and she hears faint, psychotic and proud giggle, as if he’s making fun of her. She quickly looks up at his face, just to find him glaring back at her with those deep emerald eyes. Slightly laughing. His face is not one of fear of worry however. His expression is maniacal, with a grin on his face, expression one of pleasure and anger. She is slightly taken back by his reaction, that expression makes her madder... yet there is something hypnotic about it, she presses the dagger harder to his neck, making direct eye contact with him, there is a bit in her that seems to enjoy it too. “Your... majesty” she groaned pushing the dagger even harder. He seems to enjoy her aggressive and serious demeanor, he lightly says with a calm voice “What are you waiting for?... kill me” with a slight pause between his words “It will be a pleasure... to be killed by you” she pauses for a while, a little surprised by his words, he is absolutely insane. Her shock made her loosen the grip on the dagger and she eased the pressure on his throat. Seeing that as an opportunity, he quickly turned around, aggressively pushed her to the wall, and pressed the dagger to her neck. “Ughh” he groaned, touching the marks on his neck left by the dagger, some drew blood. He laughed at her attempt of bravery, looking at the blood on his fingers “She tried to fight back, but it was useless, he is stronger”. He looked back at her with a serious yet pleased look in his eyes. She makes a face like she’s in pain, the dagger hurts bad, he then says as if to taunt her more “I knew you wouldn’t do it... how disappointing” he stayed in that position for a while, just looking at her. Even though it was extremely uncomfortable, she was close to melting at that moment. The sick game was exciting and the tension between them was too much. He took the dagger away from her throat quickly, she gasped for breath but stood her ground. They made eye contact again, he looked at her one last time with a pleased grin, and slowly walked away. She followed him with her eyes, watching him slowly disappear down the hallway.

POV: (to heathens) You’re wrists are cuffed, and you’re facing the judge. You look over to the door, noting them staring at you. You look away quickly, studying your hand as you tap out 3,2,1. you roll your eyes and look at the exit. at 1, the wall crumbles with an explosion, you stand, watch as people run to get out and you face the judge, smiling. (at the beat, read this part) “Sad to see how easy it is to escape. Let me guess. I’m guilty?” and you sprint.

You were once an "perfect girl" you hated being the perfect girl. everyone in you village bullied you for being "too perfect" you could feel the anger flowing in your veins. you wanted revenge, You went to your closet to pick out your outfit. you picked a elegant black gown, you grab your daggers and went to your parents room, "hello my dear mother and father" you said with an evil smirk "darling why do you have a daggers?" your mother ask "to kill you" you replied. you stab your parents 10 times and you left black roses in their hands "i want revenge" you said after killing your parents. your beautiful black gown soaking in blood, you have your parents blood in your hands, you went to the village and find the persons that bullied you. you stabbed them 10 times and left black roses in their hands just like what you did to your parents, after killing them you made a promise to yourself "To never be nice and perfect again"

POV : She looked down at the city, the smoke and ashes rising up and beyond the only building standing. Her ripped dress flowing in the wind and hair creating a black halo around her. She looked at the victims, some quite at mice, some screaming for help, some accepting their fate, saying some last goodbye to family or friends. Her head was empty. Her senses were overwhelmed with the thrill of the kill. "Finally, father dearest, they're all free." Looking down, she took a last breath and said : "Soon, so will I. " Smiling, she jumped

You had always been the hero. Always the good, selfless angel who put others first. You've forgiven again and again, telling yourself that if you're angry you can't be the hero people need. But you were lying to yourself. You had never wanted to be the hero, you just wanted someone to look at you like you were worth something. Playing the hero game gave you meaning. But as you looked upon the writhing form tied to the chair, you realize... you like this new feeling. You played the hero because you felt like you were less than everyone, and that somehow, if you played the part that everyone wanted you to, it would feel better. Lying to yourself with a talent. Who knew meaning was so easy to achieve? Being loved was cool and all, but being feared... this was amazing. You commanded respect, finally becoming powerful. "Look at you. Pathetic," you said to the person in the chair. The man who caused you so much pain, who took away the ones you cared about, was reduced to this writhing, sniveling mess. "Please let me go, give me one more chance, don't do something you'll regret" he begged. You laughed. "You made me this, after all I've done for you! Every time I've given you a chance you've spit in my face. But you've gone to far, I'm broken now. And I like it." His face was priceless. You got close, looking him dead in the eyes. "And I won't regret this." His screams were the most satisfying thing you've ever heard. You were above it all now, a god among mortals. And you liked it.

POV: You were once friends with a boy. His name was Sam. You two were inseparable, when you cried he cried, when you laughed he laughed. Everyone envied you. But suddenly, when you were going back home from school, he tells you about a shortcut so you decide to take it since it was already dark and you just wanted to sleep. When you enter the alley he pins you to the wall and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He whispers: "you should be scared of me" and then bites your neck. You let out a scream of pain and when he pulls back he looks at you and you notice his crimson red eyes. He grabs your hand and teleporta you in a castle, it's completely dark but you could still manage to make out some silhouettes in the shadows. "don't worry, all my friends are heathens, take it slow." - it's been two weeks since you've lived with him and his friends. You have to admit, it's good being like them. A vampire. That's what you've became. You could feel the evil come out. Sometimes, Sam brought you to hunt for blood and you could feel that the feelings you had for him are growing so much. This time though, he brought you to a warehouse. He smiled at you and went closer to the building before getting a lighter from his pocket. He throws it to the warehouse that immediately catches on fire. You were stunned, it was beautiful. The flames were so beautiful. Without you even noticing, he walks back to you and takes your hand. When you look at him he smashes his lips on you and you almost immediately respond to the kiss. Then he pulls back and smiles "I've always liked to play with fire..." - Hi, just wanted to let you know, I'm a wattpad writer, I write about NCT. My profile is eunn_rinn 😊

Pov: You walk to your ex-husband's mansion with a black gown. he dint invited you but you dint gave a damn about it. You walk in with a rose but there is a bomb inside of the rose, the bomb is not visible. You walk in with a evil smile. And everyone in that mansion looked at you. "Sorry am I intruding?"you said with a smile. "......."silent appeared. "Why are you here"A familiar voice called. And you already know who it was. It was your ex. You looked up at the staircase and smiled. Everyone in the mansion stayed quiet. But soon broke when your ex continued questioning you. "I said why are you here!?"He said a bit lound. you just looked at him intensely. But with a big smirk on your face. "Oh aren't you happy that Im here?"you said with a big grin on your face. People started backing away from you. Your ex walked up to you and looked at you straight in the eyes. He looked mad but scared a little. "Why would I be happy to see you?"he said with a smirk. And crossing his muscular arms to his chest. You just stool there smiling and said. "Oh...nothing I just wanna hear what you'll say :)"you said with a smile. "But why are you here?"he said again. Its getting in your nerves. "Nothing....here :))"you said smiling and handing him the rose. He rase his one eyebrow up. "Why would I take it?"he said suspicious. "My sister told me to give it to you"you lied but smiled. He just gave up and got the rose. Then he said. "Ok thx. Now get the fuck out" he said glaring at you. You just bowed and left with a evil smile. After that. Your at your car infront of the mansion. You looked at the mansion of your ex and just smiled and got a button. You looked at it and pushed the button and drove fast as you can. You looked behind you and you grinned that the mansion is blown up and all the people died. And the last word you said for your ex is. "Thats for cheating on me asshole....revenge is sweet isn't it?"you said with a evil tone. Hello this is meh- well I do have wattpad I only write fanfiction shit. but I dint know I can make this shit!!! And I only have one book bc I deleted the others bc I hate it. So I'll make a book later soooo. Well hope you like the pov I made👁👄👁. Username: Thewormreader

pov: he's always asking me to go to these big fancy balls in these castles, i fucking hate them I'll give them one thing they help me hide two things one, my evil two, the thing that made the first him

"My dear, you should be careful of what will await you ahead,take care of your lil brother for me." That was the last words my mother said to me before she died. Even at her last breath, her voice was so soft as if she was talking to a newborn baby. "Mother, mother, you were married to a psychopath. Thanks to our dad, I can finally enjoy the beauty of these red bloods shining under the bright moon." I mumbled and chuckled while walking through a big mansion. For some reason, when my mother died, i didn't feel anything. But, why did I feel mad? I feel so annoyed? Frustrated? What with these feelings? I shot my gun toward all the people who tried to stop and fight me. "Weak! Give me the strongest you have! Come on!" I laughed histerically. Suddenly I saw a familiar figure. "Oh my dear, lil bro, it's nice to see you dying in this place. Ouh yes, you can meet mother if you die soon, I guess you miss her right? You're her favourite after all. I'm the one who always have the bad side." I rolled my eyes while smiling at my lil bro. "Enough! You killed mother! You killed her! Now you're trying to kill me? I hate you! You will never belong to this family! I will kill you and swear that you will never get to see the light in your life!" He screamed at me. Tears started to fall down on his cheeks. I smiled at him which made him more annoyed. We started to fight and shot each other. Just like how we used to train when we were kids. I knew his weakness and he knew my weakness so it's hard to predict who would win this sibling battle. at 11:55 I looked at my watch. I stopped for a while and hid in an empty room. "Hiding already? Don't tell me you're scared? This is not so you." He shouted while trying to find me. I waited for the right timing, when he walked past a big window I immediately pushed him out. As I pushed him, I whispered, "I love you, I'm sorry. Now please live a happy life, my dear brother." He was shocked. A helicopter was there at the right moment and they pulled my brother inside. "Wait-" Before he finished his sentence he heard a loud explosion sound in the mansion. It's getting near and the helicopter slowly went away leaving me behind. I looked at my brother's face from far away while smiling. He cried. Stupid boy. You're old enough to cry. I closed my eyes, my tears started to fall down and I smiled. "Mother, Don't worry he is safe now from those people who tried to ruin our family. Guess it's my time to see you." Explanation : You didn't kill ur mother, your mother died bcs of a disease. But you faked it and acted like a psychopath just like your father so that ppl will think that you hate your own family and your next target is your own lil bro. You decide to create a mess, in order to save your brother. Even if your own brother hates you, as long as he is safe,that's what matters. Sorry for my bad english/grammar. I'm a beginner as you can see :3

Her voice thins, “Estelle...” “Shut it!” I cool my temper. “I’m fine. Got it?” She enters the light side of the dimmed hallway. I watch as she sits on the ledge of the window seat, patting her palm for me to join her. For me to give in to her endless lies that I fall for every time. “Come on, Stelli. We can work this out.” Her smile. Her permanent grin engraved in her face makes me weak. We were kids once. That once was so long ago my mind has erased those memories from existence. I have to erase her with them. I whisper, taking a step backwards bumping into the door placed across from her addicting posture. “Not again.” “Why not?” I clench my fist. Our past trying to re-intertwine into my mind like an irresistible spell. Her words sharp, pointed at my forehead like a knife. “Estelle?” She knows I hate it. Her hand extends towards mine. “Estelle?” “I’m done, okay? I’m tired of you pulling me on a string of charades! I’m not your toy. I’m not your throwaway. I’m not yours to play with!” Her lip quivers, “I never said...” I take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry I was lonely, and needed a friend when I was twelve.” I shake my head. “But I don’t need you now.” Her eyes glare at the lighter weaved between my fingertips. How my brunette curls are dangling in front of my face to erase myself from the universe. Rae was my everything, and she knew that. She knew I was useless. She knew she was better. She screwed me over, and I’m done. I’m not following her mind games anymore. I watch as the curtain beside her catches fire. “And I’m never going to need anyone ever again.”

Ist- you are so underrated. Here before 20 subs.

Okay the evil... I have a one Pov: you're being bullied in school and then yuo came like a new in school

Me: * doing my homework casually * * saws this video * oo~ let's listen to it! Also me: * ends up maladaptive daydreaming about being a badass hero who everyone thinks is a villain who works with the Avengers *

POV: You've realised all of the horrific damage you've caused. Realising something, you walk up to your balcony and stare into the night sky. Your mind was full of every single person you've hurt/killed. The power you hold was unbelievable. As you slowly loose your mind from all of this thinking, your eyes close and as you open them... you're confronted with every single person (that you hurt). At this point your power got stronger and as you walk back inside everything turns black...

i love this because taylor is in it, where are my fellow swifties at?

POV: You walk into the cathedral, seeing all the people laughing, dancing, drinking, and overall having a great time. But as you walk through the crowd, they fall silent. Their heads turn to stare at you, as you walk to the center of the room. One by one you watch the people begin to bleed, or fall dead at your feet, or scream, the drugs are wearing off. Then you remember..... You never took your meds.... All the people are dead. You look at your hands. They are covered in blood. Such a beautiful color. You begin to spin in a circle reveling in an intense feeling of euphoria. You're so happy that you don't even hear the sirens outside. You stop spinning to see several policemen guns raised. They tell you to put your hands behind your head, but do you listen? No. The next thing you know, you're sitting on the floor, in a pool of that same beautiful color, laughing. You have finally found peace. Now you can rest.

Halsey songs; gasoline, control, castle and also balenciaga on repeat are perfect for your villain and dark side. She’s really talented when it comes to this kind of genre.

hopping on to the POV thing :D POV you were once the hero, saving people's lives and stopping the villains that seemed to pop up every week. you were in newspapers, you got interviewed for television shows, you were the bright spot in the world. the savior. the main character. and yet two years in you've gotten a little bored. instead of disarming the villains immediately, you watch them with a horrible fascination. before you didn't understand how they can do what they do without any regret, now you're starting to. the explosions and lasers and cities swept away in disasters are beautiful to you. after all, you think to yourself, you're only human. given time, any human will be lured over to the dark side. and you smile, blood on your hands and your teeth like fangs, and watch the destruction you've brought.

Pov: you take one last glimpse at the world you see before you.. you form a smile across your face. And lift the gasoline gravitas was pulling at your feet. You say one word.. “it was fun until reality hit.” You slowly grip onto the matches in your pocket. You stare at them for a moment. Then stare back at the place you’ve spent all your memories in. And hesitantly poor the gasoline on the dead grass. And light the match. You throw the match onto the dead, wet, grass. A spark appears out of the ground. And the grass lights on fire. It spreads throughout The Whole yard. About ten minutes later. The fire has reached inside of the house. And you start to regret everything. You pick up the half filled gasoline bottle. And poor it onto your head. You light a match. And it catches on fire in your palm. You whisper to yourself. “Goodbye” and let the fire consume your flesh until it was your last breath.

Story I gently lifted the cover of my moth eaten memory book. My eyes landed on a photo of a teenage girl. Her shimmering blonde hair had been braided in a way my mother used to braid mine, and rested on her left shoulder. Her flawless cheeks had been kissed by the sun, and her baby blue dressed mirrored the colour of the summer sky. Her emerald eyes were filled with nothing but euphoria and her pale rose lips had been tugged into a bright smile. I smiled. Everyone had adored her, everyone adored young Jane Matthews. With her perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body, perfect family and perfect grades. Everything about her life had been perfection. So I made sure that her death lived up to that.

Pov: You are heading home to your abusive family and then you finally had enough, you go crazy and start with a sinister chuckle while under your breath you whisper "it's my time", then the lights shut off, a power outage, you think to yourself as your family stands in the middle of the room " Finally this bad book ends with a good end...", as you walk outside with blood stained to your clothes you chuckle, then getting blinded by red and blue lights and a deafening siren... Part 2 soon Edit: dang I did this out of boredom thanks!

It's not what you think, I had to// A villain playlist. PLEASEEEE

It was such a beautiful day, a warm and bright day. Parents all chattering to themselves openly whilst their kids all ran around with each other, careful not to crash onto any of the fire dotted around for people to enjoy. I looked over the stunning valley of light, it was a busy day for most, but thankfully I had a free day. Whilst others idd thier jobs for once I got the chance to relax and tune into little soothing details of the world. Not far off my friends spoke steadily to each other about upcoming plans and trips, uncaring of who heard who didn't. Everything had WORKED. It was auch a successful day! Everyone was getting a well deserved reward. I left out a light chuckle to myself as I watched the earth open up throughout the forested dip in the earth, just large enough for a small town, releasing large breathes of billowing smoke from endless amounts of flames and fire. Swallowing countless lives, each and every one helpless, and deserving. High pitched screams of foolish young ones and self centered adults filled the air in a way that was indescribably pleasing. Those who were wrongly cought in this mix of people were already escorted out, hours before our strike. "It's always so amazing isn't it?" I expressed excitedly, laying on the burning grass hands on my head carelessly. "It truly is." My sister replied smoothly over from the group. "War..." I spoke once again in an admiring tone. "They should never have thought that they were any different form the rest of them!" The group behind me laughed with me in knowing how foolish these people were. "Where to next?" I poked curiously on what they had planned. I'd been planning most of our successes for a while now so I thought I'd give myself a break and leave it to them. "The next region will be deserted, and dry. Easily flammable." Replied one. "They're so busy working with the land to make it efficiently liveable they won't see it coming!" Noted another. "Plus their message system is down at the moment. The delay in any possible warnings will be great enough that they can't even begin to prepare." Finished a third member of the group. "Good, our work is so far from done..." ~~~~~ The lush greens of the forest were beginning to open up to emptier and more barren clearings, and eventually into the dry bad lands thay would soon show to reveal an under construction campsite. The group had already known exactly what to expect, as it turns out, Tyros Astos messengers were quite descriptive, beneficial for us. The site would be hosting 3 main tents, one in particular being rather large. That one being the tent that housed all the workers and the most prized equipment that couldn't be risked to be out in the other two tents with the rest of their supplies. Workers would be building and terraforming away in all directions to make the land suitible for living. While they were rotten people, if anybody had the ego and dedication to get the job done it would be them. They're far too stubborn to care about the difficulties and risks of what they're doing. They wouldn't care if it was clear that the impact they would have on the land would inevitably affect them harshly, they do what they want when they want, and so now we're here to end that. "34 miles ahead!" One of the newer soldiers called out, putting his scope away. He was new, but he seemed plenty skilled and capable, perhaps one day he'd be experienced enough to officially be given the title of Elemental Warrior, whichever element he would be. So far he seemed well suited to be a River Air warrior, not very many tend to fall into that category. Every official warrior in the ElementalBlack nation had their elemental category, and sometimes that category would be narrowed down to something more specific in the element, alike river or sea rather than water. "Prepare the strike bombs!" A friend by the name of Arxo called out to a group of soldiers who'd be backing up our attacks and assisting us with preparations. The SAP - Support Assist Prepare - soldiers began clicking the Strike Bombs ready and tossing them out to our main group, who were each readying their personal gear and weapons for battle rather than travel. It had been a long handful of hours spent traveling dragonback to our next location of attack, everyone just as tense for a proper battle as the rest. Our last attack was much more of a sabatoge than a true battle, so each of the soldiers and warriors were eager to participate in such an adrenaline rushing event after a long while of anticipation. All except one that seemed, a younger and noticably scrawnier SAP kid with light brown hair and rather pale skin vered over to toss a Strike Bomb to me. "Nervous?" I asked catching the Strike Bomb before they could turn away to continue their work. They turned their head to look up at me as responded awkwardly. "Yea- yeah? Kinda" They question back almost as though even they weren't entirely sure. "What's your name, kid?" I continued calmly as we met each others eyes. "Ronan.. He/they.." They replied simply, clearly nervous to be talking to me. "Well, Ronan, nice dragon you've got there," I watched as his eyes lit up in both surprise and the slightest bit of confidence. "Rusty Rivarian Spikeback," I noted looking down at the chestnut, cedar, and tawny coloured dragon that was not much smaller and flew steadily alongside mine. "Well sized as well, perfect for travel like this. Not to easy to come by eh?" The kid awkwardly nodded his agreement. "How did you come across him?" "Her, and I found her." They corrected. "He/him, she/her, they/them, it, it doesn't matter. They're just pronouns. Still, how did you 'find' him?" He seemed to be relaxing a little and feeling a little more comfortable as more time past as they told the story of how he came across his dragon, Zinue, as an egg. I don't consider this chapter finished, but I'm done writing for now, so I hope you enjoyed

Should I be concerned about the fact I listen to this and I give a quick evil laugh and a smirk?

"Why don't you like the hero?" I awed at the question. Of course, people say because heroes are perfection. They're not, let's be honest. They're naïve, vulnerable, cocky, and the list goes _on_ and _on_ . But villains.... they aren't any of those, yet, of course, they aren't perfect either. I mentally listed all the imperfections of them before saying my answer. "Because villains, when they play the game, can act how they want and they are _always_ going to be the villain. One false move as a hero means you're a _horrible_ person; the villains control the gameplay, and the hero has to follow the guidelines."

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do this.” He almost looked genuine. His facial expression of fake regret was almost believable. But I wouldn’t be fooled. “I’ve never been on your side. I’ve been working against you. And I finally have everything I need to stop you” I look at him. And then I laugh. “You really thought...” his face shows confusion and this time it’s genuine. I take a step closer. “That I didn’t know that this entire time? Oh baby, I’ve spent my entire life a liar. You really thought I didn’t see through you? He looks scared now. Good. “Your little friends, that you were supposed to take me back to once you had caught me off guard, they work for me” The people he had thought were his allies appeared behind him, but instead of going after me, they grabbed him. “What?! No I trusted you all!” He shouts as he gets dragged. “Hahahahah” I laugh and signal for them to stop for a moment. I walk up to him and run my finger along the outline of his face. “Don’t be sad... You may have lost, but you can’t say the experience wasn’t fun... “ He jerks his face away. “Isn’t fun is it “Babyyy”?” I mock him and the words he used to say to me. “It isn’t fun to be outwitted.” I continue in my baby voice. I turn my head back up and towards my assistants. “Take him away. We won’t be needing him anymore. “ I walk away and listen as he screams that’s he sorry.

I love how I know all the songs by heart and they r one of my fav song /-^

This is ✨ perfection ✨

(not fitting to the caption but it also matched and it’s what was in my head) ✨TW: death, violence ✨ POV: your friends left you behind in the woods in the middle of the night and you were mauled by wolves. then, you opened your eyes. you were laying in a clearing with wolves surrounding you and sniffing you. you stood up, staring down at your hands, which were now transparent. they seemed to get darker, and you now had claws. you chuckled. “like a wolf” you were dead, and you were angry. you walk to the edge of the woods and see the town you once called home. people were laughing like nothing happened. later, your so called friends come into the woods again. you watched them, anger seeping out of you. you follow them and grin as they see you. their faces grow pale. as you walk up to them, wolves start to surround them. “good to see you too” the town mysteriously became abandoned that week

POV: you’re reading all these POV’s by these amazing writers

Pov: you've been fighting on the "good" side for years, tho you've started to see that light and dark are one in the same. The first thing you do the next morning is create a new identity for yourself and join the "bad guys" quite easily. For 5 more years you've been working your way up the ranks and eliminating all who find your secret, their bodies to never be found, meanwhile you've secretly created your own league of misfits, Gray Warriors if you will, who are just like you and all stay in the shadows until the strongest of light and dark die in a fight. Your band of misfits easily take control of both sides with little to no resistance. What will you do next?

People never appreciated me when I was nice so I'd rather be the villan anyway

Hehe, I wanna try a hand at this too: The doors burst open, and there she stood, in all her glory. "Ah, finally. You're here." Those eyes. Ugh. The hatred, the crimes committed by the same eyes staring at her. "Hah. Fancy seeing you here, father." Her black dress swept across the marble floor, only to leave a trail of blood behind. "I see someone's been on a murder spree lately." He smirked. She internally laughed, screamed, and thought 'Funny that you noticed.' "That is correct father. I have eliminated all possible enemies. Oh and, before I forget." She faked a reaction and smirked. "You're next." Suddenly, her hands were cover in red, and her heart finally swallowed by the dark. "Finally."

I spent almost a minute before realizing that they were slowed songs ahahahahahah

Amazing!!!!! ❤ Just what I needed to get through school!!!!

POV : you have killed everyone in the castle and you sing that to the last person while she try to run away.

Pov: The boy ran in the room while screaming loudly and begging for his life. She followed him in a normal speed while coldly chuckling, she walks in the room with blood all over her hands, everyone looks at her scared and terrified to see her in this way "No one can stop her now" said her bestfriend . "I'm sorry, i-im very sorry. I beg you, you're scaring me... I won't be repeating my mistake again" he cried out while being on his knees. She evily chuckled "Shouldve thought about it before stabbing me in the back , huh" *jackson wang her cousin walked in the room* Jackson: what did he do for you to spill blood at my party? *she turned around to jackson and her facial expressions turned into a emotionless one* Y/n: he did it again *jacksons eyes turned dark* Jackson: now he will regret this, y/n let's have some fun Y/n : omg im getting excited just by the thought of it *she laughed like a psychopath* *jackson picked the boy up and took him to the basement* . . . . . . (LMAO dont judge me, I just made it up while listening to it)

Is it just me or am I the only one who thinks I’m in a music video will listening to these song

A sweet, innocent and kind girl. Soft to the touch and too kind for her own good. Time and time again screwed over. Her friends sleeping with her lovers, her lovers using her for their one benefit. After years of psychological torment, all of the mental abuse of betrayal and sorrow, the hatred grew in her. Her final lover, went with her best friend, she was all alone. And Her once white heart cracked and withered. The kind girl was no longer sweet. At a club where everybody attended, a fancy party was being held, everyone was laughing and chatter filled the room, ballroom music and the buffet in the corner. The doors swung open, and everyone was brought to a silence, heads turned. The girl waltzed into the room, the darkness of her dress hugging her voluptuous figure, shoulder cropped and her skirt flowing behind her. The gown was laced with red in the shade of blood. Her once bright eyes dark and empty. Her black heels clicked with every step she took into the room. Grabbing a glass of Champagne from a passing waiter, all eyes still on her. She smiled a wicked smile to them all, but landed her eyes on her former lover and her former friends, her wrath seething through and striking fear in all the souls in the room. “Let’s get this party started, shall we?”

"It's getting hard and just fucking harder to stop this madness" a chuckle was heard,echoes around Her ball room,the one that she uses specifically to kill people and dissect their corpses. "Hmm,I told you to stop acting so heroic didn't I ?" She asked,sounding innocent but the maids who heard this started crying,they were scared and some even started to hyperventilate. "Ah,I really dislike to dirty my hands for you noble ladies" They felt a strand of hope coming yet it dissipated after hearing her words afterwords. "The likes of you just die too easily and I feel no pleasure because some of you aren't that prideful" She then chuckles again "Haa,why not we play a game,the one who wins gets to live" Continued

He was slouched against the building, covered by a layer of moss, and seemed to be sharpening a knife, of which I don’t know how he managed obtained, so I used this time to truly examine the young man who seemed to truly hate me. He was around 5’10 but could be 5’11 if he stood with a proper posture or had a shred of dignity. He had ebony, tangled hair that spiraled at the bottom, slightly covering his caramel eyes. His ivory skin looked flawless but as I moved closer his upper arm had a jagged scar. “Why do you have a knife?” I asked and he turned around, scowling. “It’s a dagger,” He criticised, “And you don’t wanna know,” “I’ll take your word for it,” Up close, the weapon was obviously a dagger and I blushed at my stupidity. Its blade was slim and double-edged forged from silver and fixed on a raven ornate hilt. A gleaming, crimson jewel was embedded at the top and two more just under the blade. “Why do you have it?” I didn’t like the boy company, in fact I downright hated him, but yet again curiosity got the better of me. “A family heirloom,” “How did you have it when we were in the facility? They must have searched everyone,” “Magic,” I scowled. Seriously? What is up with him? “Ha ha,” I said monotone, “How did-” Before I could finnish, the boy was already on his feet with the dagger pressed against my throat. “Let me go or I will rip of your arm and beat you with it,” I tried to struggle but he only dug it harder against my skin. “Stop asking questions about me,” He murmured in my ear, his voice low. I nodded and he released me, walking away, leaving me shaking.

Welcome my fellow: -Dark prince/princess artists -shifters -alts -writers -readers

The darkness spread from her fingers as she walked towards him. Her pink dress transforming to maroon than dark red. Eventually black. She could feel it before she saw it. Darkness. Shadows cast upon the bedroom walls. “My highness.” He said with caution. “ Your HIGHNESS???” She questioned. Yet he dared to find another lover. “ I'll make you pay for the heart you broke!!!” She screamed as the darkness enclosed around him. She didn't care as he started screaming. She didn't care has her powers consumed him. She was the queen of light and purity. But after what he did... She changed. Darkness was all she could feel. His screams echoed through the bedchamber as she began to smile. He deserved it. He deserved the pain. The torture. The choking. He deserved it for the way he treated her. She gave him everything. Power. A Kingdom. Love. Only to find him lusting over young lads!!! She smiled as his own blood choked him. She could feel it. The freedom. His death would be her new beginning. She smiled as she reached for his crown and placed it over her head. The crown changing black as her power wrapped upon it... A new kingdom would be formed. All those women who dared to test her. She would destroy them. One By One...

"Are my actions my own anymore?" "Maybe I really am on the wrong side." "Maybe those people were right about me." "My one regret was not doing this sooner."

POV: "Wow...suddenly your a hero?" Chuckling she replied "hero my foot". She took her sword out and the steel touched his neck. He gasped and pulled his head "I am always the villain in every story. Any last wishes?" "Nevermind" one shift turn and his head rolled down the floor and the blood scattered on her. She walked out and saw everyone dancing. She smirked and danced on beat with her bloody dress and the sword she was holding firmly. The king's face stiffened apon seeing her. "Well, well, look who's here" the king said mockingly. She stopped dancing and approached the king. The guards stopped her pointing sharp swords at her. She chuckled and that made the king fear grow. "You need thousands of guard to protect you from me? I thought guys were much stronger than girls. Pity that this country has a king who is a coward like you" the guards sharp swords moved closer to her. The king was boiling with anger. "ENOUGH" He shouted and everyone went silent. "What scared to fight me?" She said provoking him. He sat straight. "Fine, Gaurds get me my sword!" She smirked in satisfaction. "Now that's gotta be interesting... I know it's not that good. But, I will continue if you guys find it interesting. Thanks for reading.

Pov: your best friend betrayed you for the popular girls. Fast forward 5 years and your at her birthday party. You walk in wearing a off white bloodstained gown with a lace trim it almost looks gold. You walk up to her and say " Guess you lost my invite" She says "Funny seeing you here y/n..." You "Accidentally" pour your drink on her. You say " aw I'm sorry" little does she know that it was gasoline... you say " let me clean this mess up" and you proceed to grab a match out of your bag... you light it and toss it on her. You run out of the house locking the door behind you. When the cops come you start "crying" And you tell them that you don't know what happened. You get away with it.

I've been listen to these for days this is one of favorites

I think this is my favorite villain playlist i've found!

POV: Your emerald green ballgown flowing after you, the slit coming right up to your hip, black heels clicking against the stairs. As you walk you feel their prying eyes, you look up and see him, insanely blue eyes piercing your skin. You were here on a mission; kill the king. Kill him. The emerald encrusted dagger strapped to your thigh. Heels hitting the last step and slithering like a snake towards him. You were supposed to marry him, but your family had other plans..... "My love, you look dashing as always," he said not taking his eyes off you. "Only for you, love," you said. taking his extended hand for the opening dance. You danced, the entire kingdom watching you. Once the dance was over, you took his hand and made your way towards the throne. You reached out for your dagger and said to him, "Who am I?" you asked. "Y/N Wiltshire," he said with a confused tone. "Yes, I am Y/N Wiltshire but, I also am your worst nightmare," and with that, the dagger went straight through his heart. Blood pooling his mouth, your hands and dress covered, his body thudding to the floor and all eyes on you once again. You bend down, removing the silver crown from his head and playing it upon yours. "Oh no!" you say sarcastically a sadistic smile etched upon your face. "Bow down to your new Queen!" you shout. When only some bowed you asked, "Would you like to be next?". Tilting your head, smiling looking down. "I am your new alpha! You will either serve me or die. Choose wisely," and with that, you kick his body down the stairs and walk away. I don't have a Wattpad account but I do write for fun so here's one of the stories I've written.

this playlist really helps me writing a great story for my insta account, great work fella

"At least I will live with the assurance that one day I will find that special one," he thought as he touched his now useless right eye, while he pressed the correct code to check if subject B101 would have the requirements of the legend that really mattered to him. A quote of my book :)

POV cause why not: Your childhood best friend passed away and you were nothing but divested. Everyone acted like nothing happened and you despised them with each passing day. Your parents didn’t care that your friend passed away they kept calling you to “Get over it” even though you can’t because they were like your other half and suddenly it got ripped away from you and you feel heartless. You dropped out of school all because you sent yourself on a journey to find the murderer of who killed your friend. You later found out that your parents were behind the murder and you killed them. You went on a killing spree because you didn’t know how else to express your emotions but later on you discovered that it made you feel good. Idk if this is good or not..

If y’all have a breakdown: 1. Cry to some sad music, it’s good for you to let those emotions out! ❤️ 2. Then pick yourself up! Go do your your makeup (or whatever makes you feel good) 3. Put some music that makes you feel like the main character You got this this queen/king! 💗

I’m no author, but might as well. You descend down upon the earth. I black aura consumes you, a sly smile on your face. They meet your gaze as they realize their mistake. Mere humans dare defy you? You ask,” Have you prepared yourselves?” You see some bow their heads, others break out in tears. You watch as the realization sets in. The fear. The chaos. They try to flee, but it amounts to nothing. You hear the subtle cries of children and their mothers as they see their fathers fall before them. You ask again, “ HAVE you prepared yourselves?” Their frightened expression begins to turn into despair. In their last efforts of survival they beg of you to spare their lives. You simply gaze upon them with a devilish smile painted on your face... Your last words to them, the last thing they will hear before the human race perishes. You ask,” What have you done to deserve my favor?” With a snap the last of the humans are consumed by their despair. You watch as they tear each other apart. Mute from the fear. As the last falls. You smirk as you look down upon your bloody masterpiece. As you turn to head to your throne you hear a whisper,” Who said you could leave?” You laugh to yourself,” I’m losing it. These voices inside my head are going to drive me insane!” You feel a light touch on the back of your neck. You turn, eyes bloodshot. You meet the gaze of someone you know all too well. You feel yourself being engulfed in flame. It’s not enough to end you, but just enough to piss you off. You hear a hoarse voice croak out these words,” You dare challenge my power boy?” You quiver with fear. The idea that he had finally returned after all these years renders you powerless...

I'm very thankful to this playlist giving me plenty of music to listen to as I drove out my characters for my series

This is to mostly go with “Play With Fire” if that makes sense lol💀Also let’s name the lover Michael😃 POV: You admired the new tattoo that you had just gotten with Michael. It was the gang’s symbol, a way to show that you were one of them, that you were his. You heard shouting and looked up to see three men tied to wooden poles, wood stacked at the bottom of their feet. “Still not talking huh?” Michael sighed as he let go of your hand and walked over to one of the men. “Must I make an example out of you then?” He snapped his fingers, signaling to one of his men. A man handed him a box of matches. Michael lit the match and smiled as he admired the flame. “Last chance” He sang as he looked up to the now terrified man tied to the pole. “Go to hell.” The man said softly. “How about I meet ya there” And with that, Michael dropped the match and stepped back as the wood was engulfed in flames. The man screamed as flames blanketed his body. You felt your heart drop, your eyes widened. You squeezed them shut and took in a deep breath. The man’s screams slowly faded as his body fell to the ground, still burning. You heard Michael’s low chuckles as he walked back over to you. You opened your eyes to see him towering over you. “You need to learn remember?” He said. “If you think about it, they deserve it. They stole something of ours, we’re just trying to get it back.” “We don’t have it dammit!” One man shouted. “They’re lying.” Michael leaned over and whispered in your ear. “We found them with our truck that was used to transport our shipment. When we looked inside the shipment was gone.” “Guess you’ll be no help either” Michael lit another match and dropped it onto the wood in front of us. “Wait no!” The man shouted. It was too late. The flames rose and danced around the man. He screamed and pleaded as if there was someone, something, that could save him. “Those were my brothers you son of a bitch! I’ll make you pay!” The final man shouted as tears ran down his face. You scrunched your nose at him. They looked nothing alike. You giggled to yourself as you realized how calm you were about the situation. “Whats so funny bitch” The man glared at you. You paused, a smirk pulled at your lips. Michael began walking towards him in anger when you put your hand out to stop him. “This one’s mine” You simply said, taking the box of matches from his hands. You walked over to the man when you heard a small prayer slip from his lips. “Keep dad safe. Our sacrifice was worth it” A smile formed as you put the pieces together. “There’s a fourth man, their father. They were hired as a family.” The man’s head shot up, his eyes widened. “The father’s got your shipment.” “Oh? Smart girl.” Michael wrapped an arm around you. “Guess there’s no need for him then huh” Your lips parted as you looked down at the matches in your hand. You slowly lit one and watched as the flame danced on the match. “You know…” You started as you stared at it. “I always liked to play with fire.” Your eyes lit up as you dropped the match onto the wood. You couldn’t believe what you just did. The man’s screams filled your ears along with the crackling of the fire. This time, however, you weren’t afraid or guilty…you felt almost happy. As if the real you had finally been set free. You felt two hands massage your shoulders, a nose brushed across your skin. “Good girl.” Michael whispered. “You earned that tattoo.” You smiled at his words and melted in his arms as you watched the beautiful colors of the fire spin and twirl around the now charred body.