Novel & Cerita A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted

It was beautiful. There sat the one solution to my problem. This was the only way I was going to end it. I would grab that scissors and plung it into my stomach multiple times. I knew it was going to be a wrong decision, but what other options do I have? Live with the torment of being a virgin, suffer the mockery from my school and that fucking anonymous girl who definitely is behind that widespread lie, and endure the pain of rejection from… No, it would not be worth it. This would not have been the type of life my mother would have desired for her daughter.

"I pushed her under a moving trailer, and it crushed her. The police thought it was a hit-and-run, but I knew the truth. I had finally gotten rid of her, and I went to your father under the pretense of consoling him, giving him a shoulder to cry on...and then I drugged and seduced him." “I know you’ll be wondering why I treated you terribly and your dad did nothing. I cast a spell on him so he wouldn't see how I treat you and your sister. He's blind to my ways, and he'll never protect you from me." The pack members' outrage and disgust was now very visible. “Let’s stone get to death!” One pack member yelled. “No, let’s not do that, let’s keep her in a room and cut a piece of her every single

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

It clipped my forearm, the lid bursting open to scatter gold chains, rings, and trinkets across the dark Persian carpet. "You kidnapped me, you locked me in a fucking cell for days, you locked me in this stupid estate, and you expect me to sit across from you every night and pretend that this prison some sort of safe haven?!! YOU ARE A SICK BASTARD!” "I am keeping you alive!" I roared back, my voice completely shaking. “Then kill me!!! That was the deal right? I either be your human doll or you kill me? Then fucking kill me!!!” My head was starting to spin.

“Given our available options, I assumed you would be least opposed to this plan. Goddess knows I can easily get what we need and more with a single night working the Blood Moon district. Though something tells me that you would make that experience entirely unenjoyable.” I was about to ask what the Blood Moon district was, but I then saw it in her head before I could form the words. Saw the women in revealing dresses selling themselves along the streets, the gazes of men following their movements as they decided whether to pay for the woman’s company. The idea of it immediately made me uncomfortable. “Right, so we’re good with stealing then? Yes?” she asked, sensing my resistance. *‘No! Ther

"She's the female protagonist. She's supposed to be protected by the Narrative. How can she be dead?" John sighed. In a heavy voice, he replied, "You're too emotional, Terrence. There isn't an infinite amount of Narrative favor in this world. You've transferred most of Quinn's fates and opportunities to Yvonne. It's only natural that she's not protected by the Narrative anymore."

“I’m sorry. I can’t help you.” “How can that be?” Matthew yelled, thoroughly upset. “You must be able to do something! Stop being angry; I already said I would marry you!” Lester also put aside his pride to say to me politely, “Ms. Lilith, if you can cure Matt, the Ward family will pay you anything you want! We can give you money or shares or bring you into the family. As long as the Ward family can keep going, we will pay anything it takes!” I replied coldly, “There might have been a chance yesterday. But then, Matthew insisted on having Cynthia treat him and even allowed Cynthia to steal my tools. We’ve missed the last window of opportunity. You brought this on yourself, Matthew. You will

Bellie demanded, refusing to let the earlier conversation go. "I didn't mean anything at all," the patient replied, a small smirk playing on her lips. Without a drop of makeup, her face looked like that of an innocent little demon. But that bright, harmless smile was precisely what enraged the woman glaring at her. "Don't push your luck, Star. What right does a miserable, washed-up wretch like you have to show your face around Tham? You’re entirely destitute. You have absolutely nothing left. Your parents abandoned you, your husband threw you away, you have no relatives, and you're knocked up with a fatherless child. You might not be permanently crippled, but you're useless right now. The on