Heroines In Novels Novels & Stories

I simply looked calmly back at her then I stood up. “You know, I’ve spent years writing stories. I’ve created countless powerful heroines throughout those stories, and I’ve also written more villains than I can honestly remember. Somehow, every single one of those stories always included someone exactly like you.” Confusion crossed her face. I smiled a little wider. “The only unfortunate part is that readers usually remember women like you as nothing more than desperate side characters.” Silence immediately settled throughout the room. Neither of us looked away. Then I shrugged one shoulder.

He picked that novel immediately despite the yellowish pages of it. The truth is Helios was the one who placed that novel there. He likes that novel that he also loves to re-read it because of it's tragic ending. The novel was focused by a wealthy woman who fell in love with a man who has a family already. It was written in the novel how they both fought for their love for each other that ends up to their own dead. Yes, they died because the man's wife also fought for her rights and Helios can't really see anything wrong with that.

I walked over in ten-centimeter heels, my steps slow and deliberate, carrying myself with effortless confidence. Then I slid into the seat across from him. A faint hint of rose perfume drifted through the air. Cedric frowned instinctively and looked up. However, the moment he saw my face, he froze. [What the hell?! Why is the villainess here already?!] [Wasn't she supposed to log off at home? Why's the plot changing?!] [Oh my god–Eleanor Cole looks stunning. She's like a rich heiress straight out of a photo!]

It seems that I can find a little bit of my past in the heroine, but if I think about it carefully, I can see how we are similar. Why didn't I ask ? went to and from work normally like me, as soon as he came back and finished eating, he locked himself in the study. I don't think I dare. I shook my head and nodded again: “A little bit.” The heroine’s mother is just like me. Her mother died when she was 15 years old, but her life experience is more complicated than mine. After her mother passed away, she wandered around the city alone and met all kinds of people. Luck Not good, there are more bad people than good people.

However, at the center of this accordance, a metallic smell is forcefully blending itself in the surroundings. A woman, drenched with what it seemed as her blood, lay flat on the ground. Disheveling the symmetric arrangement of the pointy grasses that grow from it. Her back started arching as she groaned, squeezing her head hard. Her eyelids are shut, creasing towards the bridge of her nose, Startled by the woman’s wail, animals began approaching her. Their heads titling alternately on both sides—wondering about the new entity that has entered the forest.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

The plot is exciting but sadly, they'll start season 2 next year so to make it short, it's on hiatus. The heroine of this novel is really kind causing lots of love interests to fall for her unconditionally. That being said, women who hates her are also present in this story and one of those is the villainess, Princess Lalaine Ledecia. She was a very devious woman and she hates it whenever the female lead would get adored by everybody I hated her. She'll always do evil deeds to hurt the people. Her inferiority complex is really top notch to the point where she even commited a lot of unforgivable crimes

It was given to her by Lady Rosellia, when she was still young as ever. She remembered reading the book always. Fairies. Curses. Princesses. The literature's concept stuck in her mind like glue. There were times when she wished to be one of those characters, but then realized that at some point in the time, those heroes that she imitated, had struggled more than she did. It became an inspiration for her.