A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted Novels & Stories

After hearing that Ellina lowered her head in guilt and was not able to say anything. " I shouldn't have treated you better. I should have killed you from the moment you entered." She said while cursing at her with all her will power. Ellina listened to all her curses and didn't say anything. She just stood there and listerned to her hatefull and cruel words. Yes what could she even do, she have betrayed her most beloved person and the person who considered her as a family. " You may be happy that you are killing a villainess like me don't you ? You may have been provoked to killme on the temptation of money . Isn't it?Tsk!!"

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

She chuckled and took a sip. "Villains are meant to die so they could leave their happy ending." Good point. "We are the villains in this story, correct? We cause misery because we have been drowning in it. But villains are victims too. We just learn to fight for ourselves." I wanted to defend us but she was right. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Jane."

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

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 sisters tried to bring her, because she had decided that if the Salt Throne would not feed her, she would refuse to feed it back. "I was twenty-six. I was not soft. I was not strong, either. I was bone-tired in a way you only get when your body has been told *no* by a kingdom for seven years. I sat in the square. The pearl found me on the ninth night." "It chose you because you were already empty." "Yes. Quick child. Yes. I asked for nothing. I refused everything. The pearl said: *will you live.* I said y

I walked toward the center of the room, my voice steady and cold. “Thanks to Vanessa, who always had doubts about you and convinced all of us to take the White Lotus Pearl Weed soup before coming here,” Gabriel said. “It gave all of us a second life.” I turned to the High Council, my expression shifting into one of deep, calculated sorrow. "Honorable members," I said, pointing a trembling finger at the head of the table. "Matthew’s plan was more horrific than we imagined. He didn't just want Gabriel gone. He intended to wipe out the entire Council tonight to seize the throne."

"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

“I can’t torture her to death.” “Why not? Are you still afraid of Shaun? He’s doomed for life. There’s no hope for him.” “I really can’t do it,” Valerie responded. “I can do anything to her except killing her.” After some thought, Nicola’s mouth curved into an evil smile. “Fine then. Sometimes, it’s more miserable for people to live than die. Since she enjoys seducing people, destroy her face so that men will be disgusted by her. “No problem.” … In the cellar.