A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted Novelas e Histórias

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Somewhere outside the tall windows, the wind howled through the dark pine trees bordering the estate. Cassian did not look away. For a fleeting second, a shadow crossed his face, something raw, ancient, and deeply hidden, like a wound that had never healed properly. “Because,” he said, his voice dropping into a register so low and quiet it seemed meant only for the shadows around us, “the woman I knew was never a villainess.” I froze, my hand tightening on the stem of my glass. “And she deserved someone,” Cassian continued, his gray eyes locking onto mine with terrifying clarity, “who would pull her off that concrete roof before the city ever had the chance to touch her.”

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead. Although I drank the pesticide, I thought the character's ending would still be the same. However, I was wrong. I did not die. The pesticide seller, Terry Powell, had diluted the pesticide with water to make more profit. He even came to visit me, carrying a basket of fruit. He clutched his chest as he said, "Oh, thank goodness, I was greedy and diluted it with water! Otherwise, I'd be paying with my life right now." Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried.

Her eyes were full of regrets, fear, and desperation. “I-I’m dying. I have a terminal illness, So, please. Just let me be with our son. I missed him so much. I want to be with him before I die, please…” Terminal illness? She was wearing make up, and I couldn’t really tell from her face. But she’s skinny. Yes, she is. But not too much to the point that she would look terminally ill. The crowd gasped and started whispering. I don’t know why I couldn’t bring myself to believe her words. I was manipulated before, so it’s so hard for me to trust someone’s word.

"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 turned to leave. “I am sorry my queen…” Terry cried out knowing he had no other choice than to beg for his freedom else just like she had said he would remain there as long as possible, he was sure he wouldn’t survive that long without food or water, he might end up dying and the queen wouldn’t even care, soon everyone would forget that someone like him ever existed and perhaps his body would be burnt, he shook his head refusing to die like an animal, that isn’t what he wants for himself, that isn’t the plan, he just needed to stop this evil from happening, he just can’t afford to die, not yet.

Do you hear me? He nods, but he didnt believe me. At least, not yet because xaden had just traumatized him. I held him tighter and stared at the blood on the floor. My brother-in-law was a monster. My son was traumatized. And me? I’m the woman who killed a king to keep this family together. How far would I go to hold power? Far enough to hold my son while I lie to him. Far enough to clean up the mess Xaden made. Far enough to make sure no one ever hurts Kieran again. Even if I had to become the villain to do it. But then, there was a problem. Veralin.

Transmigrated as the Villainess: The Billionaire's Dark Obsession Genre: Dark Romance Main Tropes: Transmigration | Secret Double Life (Nanny by Day / Dancer by Night) | Possessive Dark Billionaire | Single Father | Villain Origin Twist Blurb I fell asleep hating the foolish villainess in a dark romance novel, only to wake up in her scandalous body. My plan was simple: avoid the terrifying billionaire, Arlo Kensington, and survive. I even took a normal job to hide. But when Arlo buys the club holding my exotic dancing contract, my escape becomes a trap. I tried to change the plot, but he claimed me instead. Character List Rowena: The transmigrated protagonist. A prim nanny by day and c

"And you? You are the only part of this city that still feels like it’s worth keeping alive." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping so only she could hear. "But the Carters will play the 'terminal illness' card now. They will try to use her tragedy to guilt the public into forgetting their crimes. They will call it a 'deathbed reconciliation.' Are you ready to be the villain who refuses to forgive even a dying woman?" Evelyn straightened her shoulders, the midnight-blue silk of her gown rustling like a battle flag. "I didn't come back to be a saint, Lucien. If she wants to die, she can do it in the ruins of the empire she stole from me."