A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted の小説・ストーリー

" I didn't answer. He continued. "The very last thing I want to happen to you... the last thing I will ever allow... is for you to be locked in a dark pack cell. Listen. I won't let them drag you to the execution block. I won't let them behead you, or drug you to death, or shock your body to death with an electric chair until your soul leaves your body. I don't want that kind of end for you. And I know you don't want that kind of end." "Diane. You are not a villain. Not in this story."

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

"If you don't go to the hospital, the cancer will kill you in half a year. What else do you think you can do?" Her eyes were full of ridicule. "Or do you want to die in the Vauxhall family? If so, Millie will stay in the Vauxhall family. Do you think I will give her a good life?" "You..." I was pissed off by her words. Gritting my teeth, I glared at Sabrina and said, "A woman like you will never have a good end!" "The love of Finnley is my best choice." Sabrina had plotted for so many years, which was her ultimate goal. As for retribution, she was not afraid at all.

She pulled out a document and slapped it onto the coffee table. The papers slid across the surface and stopped in front of me. “Transfer all your company shares to me. And sign over this house too.” Her tone was cold. “Sign, and we can part ways peacefully. Refuse, and start getting used to the idea of prison.” I looked at the man and woman in front of me. Then at the smug child standing behind Victor. Noah tilted his face up at the man he called Dad, his eyes shining with admiration.

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

Terry could not understand what Adrian was getting at, probably because he was still too young. “I’ve never thought about going to Azure Creek, nor is it a part of my dream. My dream is still to become rich.” Hearing this, Adrian sat down on the ground, while Nyssa quietly observed them from afar. After that, Adrian said, “Once, there was a pretty young lady who was around sixteen years old. Her parents had just died, and she had to take care of her ten-year-old brother. But, one day, the young lady got kidnapped and was taken overseas. There, she was forced to train every single day until she became a killer.

I looked out at the grimy terminal, at the people shuffling toward their own escapes. The pain in my chest was so sharp I thought it might actually kill me. But beneath the pain, something else was forming. Something cold. Something permanent. "No," I said. The word was a finality. "Sir?" "She made her choice, Miller," I said, turning to him. My eyes were flat, the amber light in them extinguished. "She sold her soul for a payout. She sold us for a chance to run. If she wants to be a ghost, let her."

she muttered she slowly uncrossed her legs, got up from the chair where she was seated and walked up to me, she sat beside me at the edge of the bed. “I went through a lot with my family members, I understand that villains are not born their made, but whatever situation made a villain it’s because the they wanted it too, so that’s not your problem,” she said trying to make me feel better. I sniffled deeply and shook my head slowly. “But I’m sitting on what rightfully belongs to him,” “Shall I just give it up to him and end all of these once and for all? It’s the only solution I can see right now!” I said to her, she shook her head almost immediately and took my hands in hers.

“No, you’re not. You’re not sorry for taking her away from me and my dad. You’re just sorry that you got caught.” “So fine, you’re right,” He scoffed. “I’m not sorry. But your mom got what was coming to her. Don’t act like you all are saints. You, people, wiped out an entire pack!” He argued back. “You had people killed and locked people in a dungeon under a mansion that you all lived in.” “Okay, so yeah, we’re evil. And you guys are the good guys. But tell me, do the good guys go out killing people with terminal illnesses?” Her voice broke.