A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted Novelas e Histórias

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

"Give up my studio? Hand over my violin? Let's see… what else do I have that you can offer her?" Her voice sharpened with bitter sarcasm. "Oh, I've got it. Next, you'll come for my life. After all, she's terminally ill and doesn't have much time left, while I'm perfectly healthy." Her eyes gleamed like blades under the moonlight. "So why not kill me now, before I have time to defend myself? Take my life. Otherwise, when her condition worsens again, you'll blame me for cursing her!" The moon reflected in her eyes, casting a sheen of unshed tears.

"That's all for now. You may leave me." The two maids exchanged uncertain glances before curtsying and turning to exit the room. "Wait!" Carmen's voice rang out, stopping them in their tracks. Both Ipu and Keila froze mid-step, glancing back at her with wide, questioning eyes. "If this is my life now..." Carmen thought, her hands curling into her fists, then I refuse to live it as pathetically as Daphne did. She can't be bounced to a fate she didn't act. The cruel fate of Lady Daphne. Her obsessive love for Lord Michael, her doomed marriage, the betrayal, the misery, and the cold, brutal death at his hands-it all felt unbearably close.

“I lost my parents at a young age. They were killed in a crossfire between rival gangs. I became an orphan, obviously. I got adopted by a good couple. I went to college then I met this guy. His charming, handsome, but I knew he was a bad news, so I ignored him, and it pissed him off. When I came home, he was there with a gun pointed at my adoptive mother while his man was at my adoptive father. I told him to let them go, and I would go with him. He sold to the mafia.” I sucked in an audible breath and stared at her in horror. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.” I didn’t know how I gripped her hand so fast, and yet here I was, envying her for caring about Terzo. “He wanted to join the mafia, so he ha

"Do not give her the satisfaction. Do not let her turn you into a murderer." I struggled against his grip. "She killed your father. She destroyed my life. She is a monster." "She is a dying woman," Adrian said. "Let the cancer do the work. Let her die in a prison hospital bed. Let her rot." I looked at Adrian. I saw the pain in his eyes. I saw the logic. I stopped struggling. I pulled my hand away from the oxygen tube. I looked down at Eleanor. I let my face go blank. "You are right," I said. "You are dying. And I am not going to give you the mercy of a quick death. I am going to let you rot. I am going to let you watch me take everything back."

At a company party, I catch our manager drugging a female coworker's drink and call the police to save her. But the next day, she shows up with the police and accuses me of drugging her and trying to rape her. She even claims our manager was the one who saved her. The police take me in for questioning, and before long, I'm being branded a rapist all over the internet. My company fires me to distance itself from the scandal. Even after I'm cleared of all charges, my life is a mess. I've lost my job, and the online harassment gets so bad that my mother ends up in intensive care. When I confront my coworker, Katherine Miller, about what she's done to me, she doesn't feel the least bit guilt

She paused at the door, something almost genuine softening her carefully composed expression one final time. "For what it's worth, I don't think you're the villain my father has spent years preparing to fight. I think you're simply a young woman who inherited a war she never chose to start, the same as I once was myself." She held Chloe's gaze a moment longer. "I'd rather we found a way to end it together, than continue it simply because neither of us knows any other way to honor everything it's already cost." Her father entered from the adjoining room moments after the front door closed, his expression tight with barely restrained tension. "I heard most of it. What do you make of her offer?

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

Nick snarled, his face pressed close to hers. “Oh, I don’t think you won’t,” Teri snapped. “I think you can’t.” She flashed a wicked smile at his stunned reaction, felt him quake at the venom in her words. “Do I haunt you, Nick? Is that why the woman you murdered in Moab looked like me? Is that why all the women you’ve murdered looked like me?” Jerking her by the throat with a menacing snarl, Nick banged the back of her head sharply against the stone, and hissed, “You’re alive for the time being because I need you, but your utility is wearing out rapidly.”

"I wanted my children to inherit the empire I set out to create. To carry on my vision. All the kids I did have didn't do that—they ended up dead 'fore the age of five or dead from war. I ain't had no grand-children; they all died 'fore they could have kids, and I had become a vampire shortly before my last child passed. So, when you were born, I had felt this sense of purpose I ain't felt in centuries. I could feel the power radiate from you; I saw myself in your eyes, Lisa. More than with any of my other children. You were a miracle—the product of life and death. I knew you were special. But your Mama didn't want to see your potential. She wanted to shield you, keep you locked away, give y