Death Is The Only Ending For The Villain Novels & Stories

The silver scar on his chest disappeared. The End appeared at the entrance. It looked at Cassian. You have chosen. Cassian stepped forward. I choose life. The End smiled. Then live. The darkness disappeared. Cassian fell into my arms. I held him tightly. Our daughter ran toward us. Papa! He lifted her. I'm staying. She hugged him. Good. I laughed through my tears. The Beginning watched us. Then it turned toward the horizon. But there is still one final problem.

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

"You're as boring as watching paint dry." Jasper ignored him and kept driving on, while Rich continued to drone on for about twenty minutes until he finally realized what was happening. "Where are you taking me? Please, you're making me feel really worried here. You're not going to auction me off as a slave, are you? I'm too handsome for that…" Jasper chuckled and shot him a cool stare. "Do you know why villains always die the same way?" "Why?" "They talk too much," Rich was taken aback, but soon shrugged. "Come on, bro. That really stings…"

The cinema lights turned on as the credits rolled. A woman in her early twenties remained seated, unable to believe the film was over. “Is there going to be a Movie 2?” she asked dazedly. “The villain is dead. Our dear Zeke got the peace he wanted in the end. What more do you want? Another harsh journey for him?” For most, the ending was perfect. For a lonely man like Zeke, achieving revenge, being surrounded by those who cared for him, and starting a new life was a satisfying conclusion.

“Every time my phone rings I wonder if it’s the call. And if it’s not his death my mom’s calling about, then it’s something he did. He’s killing himself and there’s no way around that. But he’s going to take someone down with him too. Maybe it’s driving under the influence or selling laced weed to kids. All Bobby does is destroy, and waiting for the end is worse than going through the final never-ending chapter.” “That makes sense,” Quinn says quietly. “Living with the fear of never knowing what’s going to happen would make me anxious.” “In a perfect world, he’d recover. But the world isn’t perfect, and I know the odds of someone coming back from something like this.” “It’s not impossible,”

Let's end it for him. I'll kill him softly. I changed my sword'sOh positions and beheaded him right away. Blood oozes out and his body falls on the ground with his head far away from his body. This was the end of the two brothers. One died as a hero and one died as a villain. I might not regret killing Spencer but I won't stop these tears either when we meet up. Tears fell from my eyes and I walked backward, stumbling over a stone and falling back on the ground.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

He opened it, looked inside, and threw it on the floor. He then stormed up to where we were hovering over the box and took it from me. He tried to throw it on the floor, but Haydon grabbed his hands before he could. Death looked up at him and snarled which made Haydon whimper. He was still treating Haydon like the abusive man he always was, but I couldn’t let him hurt Haydon again. No one else, would get hurt today, so, I gripped Death and Haydon’s hands and yanked them apart. The only way for us to completely kill Death was Haydon and I. It was the last words my mother uttered before she died, and if she had planned everything out as I hoped she had, we were finally going to end this.

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

"Nicodemus is the only person strong enough to kill the monster. He will have to use the weapon alongside his power to finish her off but in the process he will die too." "If Nicodemus dies then we're inevitably going to die too." Arthur bowed his head in disappointment. Why must all their solutions to their problem only lead to one thing. Death!. "In the end,one is a good news and the other is bad news." Bella sighed. "There's no hope." Arthur returned to his seat. His hand covering his face while his eyes were shut. The door opened again. "Actually, there's hope!." Nicodemus walked inside the large office with a proud smile. Vincent rolled his eyes. Arthur let out an obvious sigh.