Death Is The Only Ending For Villainess Novel Novels & Stories

" I didn't answer. He continued. "The very last thing I want to happen to you... the last thing I will ever allow... is for you to be locked in a dark pack cell. Listen. I won't let them drag you to the execution block. I won't let them behead you, or drug you to death, or shock your body to death with an electric chair until your soul leaves your body. I don't want that kind of end for you. And I know you don't want that kind of end." "Diane. You are not a villain. Not in this story."

He gently wiped the blood from my face and held me tight against his chest. "Don't be scared. Even if I die here tonight, I won't let anything happen to you." He set me down. I stared at him, shattered, clawing at the air to hold him back — but my arms were dead weight. I couldn't lift them. [Why is the villainess still clinging to the hero? If it weren't for her, Adrian and the heroine would've already teamed up and handled this.] [Damien is the final boss. In the original plot, the hero and heroine have to work together to defeat him — but this time, why doesn't the heroine have any intention of helping the hero lead at all?]

I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished. It's so unhappy that we ended up like this but at the same time, I had no regret to let myself die here with her, with the sword which connected our bodies. I will never regret this moment even in heaven. This is between Love and Death, and I chose to disappear here with someone I used to loved and I used to hate. But in the end, I still fill the same way. I still felt my love for her that was only covered with anger and grief. But the most important thing was that the truth brought into this world. I held Ylisha's head and g

I went to the kitchen to open the buttle of wine, poured myself a generous glass, and decided to put my annoyance into the novel I was about to finish. I finished writing the final chapter along with finishing the bottle. I chose a tragic ending with Serenity sacrificing herself in the final scene allowing Troy to kill his nemesis. I figured that it completed a circle. Troy started following the path of revenge after his loved-one died, and now he ended his vengeance with another person who loved him died…

So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading. Undercover_Ostritch

NELDRISDYD : Alright, what should I do in my last days? At least, I learnt something worth remembering before my death; I couldn’t let her get too close to me. It pained me to push her but I wasn’t worth crying for. I hoped after my death, my whole wealth would go to her as my mate I solemnly chose and marked. I accepted it; she already made her way to my inner world. Especially after Omniel came to my room and told me to marry her since she was making her best to access the library. Being a villain didn’t suit her and she didn’t act so well. Her eyes were so expressive and her body didn’t follow the ways of a villainess perfectly. Anyone would understand she was nervous. I doubt Omniel had

She knew all along that every transmigration had a purpose. And as for transmigrating as Aesthelia Vonsch-Rasc, it seems that the old villainess's death affected the flow of the story. That must be the reason why Aesthelia's character needed a new soul— someone who was dying in a certain dimension, particularly another Aesthelia. Also, who read the story and traveled back in time to just where the important characters died. The vampires' oppression became a success in the story, and it ended up as a tragic story, leaving every reader in shock.

The Villain I pad down the stairs, impressed with the fact that I got ready for school with only three-quarter of my brain still dead to the world. I yawn obnoxiously as I enter the kitchen but that yawn quickly turns into unladylike hacking as gusts of smoke enter my mouth. I bat the fumes away and rush for the window above the sink, shoving a body away to get to it. Once a significant amount of smoke had cleared the room I turned to Gia, who was sitting around the tiny round table, a cigarette in her hand. There were already three lit cigarette buds in the ashtray, I glower at her.