Romans & histoires Death Is The Only Ending For The Villain

Hallucinations of her mate’s vengeful ghost haunted her as she neared her death. She died with her unfulfilled desire to ruin Raven’s life. THE END

I turned around to her, "We can not going to lose this time, mother. We can't." "We won't." She spoke, the want of revenge burning in her orbs, more intense than the one burning in mine, "Just one last move is left, and then the game is all ours. Their lives will be in our hands, we'd be the ones to decide whether they'd live or die." "Death. They'll only get death." Sebastian and his mate have to die. No matter what is in their fate, the end will be written by me. I'll put it to an ultimate end, once and for all.

"And then we finish what we started. We take down Morgan Carmichael. No matter what it costs." I nodded slowly. Made my choice. We drove back onto the highway. Heading north. Away from New York. Away from Apex. Away from everything we'd been. Behind us, Victor's body grew cold in a motel room. Behind us, Clara's death remained unavenged. Behind us, Morgan Carmichael continued building her empire of darkness. But ahead, somewhere ahead, there had to be an end to this. A reckoning. A moment where justice finally caught up to evil.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

But he flinches in surprise when her blood-red orbs met his. He feels his system becomes chaotic, but he was alarmed as he starts feeling numb. From his legs, crawling up to his body is now turning into stone. He knows he can't do anything about it. He knows this will be his end. But at least, he feels fulfillment as he sees that his revenge was already implied. With that, a tear escapes his eyes, as his broad shoulders are now turning into stone. For the last time, he thought, Maybe it is how a villain should come to its own downfall.

Nang tuluyan na itong nawala sa aking paningin ay doon lang ako kumalma. I slowly closed the door, and took a deep breath. Trying to calm my tense nerve, to think deeply about my situation. Sa lahat ng fantady-romance book na nabasa ko, lahat man sila ay magkaka-iba, but there is one thing that sets them the same. That is, villains always perish, and will always die in the end of the story. Death of a villain means world peace. Death of a hero means war. I breathe a heavy sigh.

"Elara Whitmore, you'll pay for this." The screaming faded, and Vivienne was gone. The comments were stunned into silence, then erupted. [Wait. That's IT? I thought Vivienne was the main character. How did it end like THIS?] [I mean... everything she had belonged to the villain in the first place. This is just things going back to how they should've been.] [Okay fine. The villain beating the heroine? That's actually a twist I didn't see coming.]

The sparrow died with the regret of not killing him. My story ended with my death. Finally, Sparrow was free from the demon. Death set her free. . . . THE END *****

Scar sneers, twisting his heel viciously into Valen’s hand until there’s blood. “Just let go… please,” Ilya whispers weakly again, his eyes barely staying open now, and a tear rolls down from the corner of his eye. Guess this is the end. After years of hiding what he is and trying to avenge his family, this is where he finally dies. Maybe in another life he will do better. “Shut up!” Valen snaps. “Don’t you fucking say another word, Ilya!” Scars tsks and shakes his head. “What a tragic end for the little soldier. Say goodbye to your omega, Valen.”

I’m staring at Alistair in eternal space and he’s telling me he has to die permanently to fix negotiable death and I can’t breathe through the grief already crushing me. “No,” I say. “There has to be another way to close the exploit without killing you.” “There isn’t,” he replies with certainty. “I'm proof that absolute death can be negotiated. As long as I exist, the exploit exists. Every death refugee points to me as evidence that endings can be resisted. My death closes the loophole.”