A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted Romane & Geschichten

Brad’s jaw dropped probably to the floor… Granted,they had always gone over different ways to get her to forgive him but they couldn’t act on their ideas because that might only make things worse… But this…this was the most terrifying idea of all. “You do realize that one doesn’t plan to get terminally ill?” “This could work.I mean,I would be so thrilled to have her by my side again.” “And how do you plan on fallen terribly ill?” “I could lock myself in a place filled with dangerous chemical until I’m sure I won’t get cured or I could start smoking again…this time,I would smoke every fucking second so….” “I really want to punch you right now.”

Sean stood up from the chair beside her bed. He came close. So close she could smell the antiseptic on his white coat. Then he cradled her face in both hands, gently, as if she might shatter. "That's exactly why," he said. "As my wife, you'll be safer. You can choose your own treatment. You can go anywhere you want. You won't need anyone's permission." Valena laughed. It sounded ugly, even to her own ears. "Free? Is that what you call it?" Her eyes stung. "My adoptive family threw me out like trash. And now, just to stay alive, I have to accept your pity?"

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

"She is currently lying in a sterile hospital bed, all ill and earthy, forcing her fragile body through agonizing rounds of chemotherapy." Victoria let out a strangled, breathless sob, her head shaking in frantic denial. "No... please..." "Just one single phone call from me to that specific hospital, Victoria," Dante whispered, leaning down until his lips were right next to her ear. "Just one phone call, and every single ounce of her medical treatment will be completely, permanently ceased. Every single treatment. I can also very easily tell my highest-ranking men to, you know... end her life cleanly. It’s not like death isn't eventually coming for her anyways, right? But before I do that, I

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

"That's what you're saying. That woman died because someone mistook her for me." "She was standing where you would have been standing," Kael said quietly, still watching the street. "If you had not stopped to argue with me on the bridge. If you had walked your usual route to the market this morning instead." Elara's stomach turned over. She thought of the dark haired woman lying in the square, a stranger whose face she did not recognize, whose life had ended because of a mistake, because a bolt meant for someone else had found her chest instead. "I don't understand," she said, her voice cracking. "Why would anyone want to kill me? I'm nobody. I pour ale at a tavern. I have no family, no titl

"What is it about?" "You wanted me to watch her die?" Her voice cracked. "She was in that bed. He had a pillow over her face and she fought him with a needle and a torn IV line because she had nothing else left." Her voice dropped lower. "Nothing else because we made sure of that. We took everything and she got off that bed and helped me anyway." She swallows the thick lump forming in her throat. "After all of it. After every single thing." Vivienne sighed. "That's very noble of her and all but it doesn't change that we need to get rid of her. Do you want her to take your father-"

“But you can care about someone and still refuse to let them hurt you.” She stared at the crops growing in the soil. Tiny green leaves had begun emerging from the earth. It was such a small thing. Yet those leaves represented something she had never possessed in her previous life. A future she was building for herself. “I don’t want to become cruel,” she admitted. Adrian shook his head. “Then don’t become cruel.” “What if people think I’m heartless?” “Let them think whatever they want.” He met her eyes. “You don’t have to prove you’re a good person by sacrificing yourself.”

Not because I agreed with him, but because he had identified the possibility I had been trying not to consider. If the system had been programmed to recognize Calista Drevane, then someone had known my name would matter here. Whether that knowledge came from my family's history, the original owner's past, or some other connection remained unclear. But if the system was designed to accept me, then District Twelve might not have been abandoned in the way the records claimed. And if it wasn't abandoned, acquiring it could mean far more than securing a place to survive the apocalypse.

"Give him the money. Ready to buy me a pair of shoes." The bodyguard took out a black suitcase and threw it in front of him. The other guy ran to buy things and quickly offered them in front of Oriana Alice. Oriana Alice leaned over, lightly grabbed her leg, and put the shoe on her foot. "From now on you are Veronica Sarah, you will be mine. You won't have to be restrained by anyone, and no one will dare to command you but me." "Will you adopt me?" "It is not adoption, but you'll have to work for me."