I Failed To Abandon The Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

No attachment, no guilt, not even an instinct to protect her. Only exhaustion. “You destroyed innocent lives because you couldn’t accept rejection,” I said quietly. “Do you even understand how horrifying that is?” Hazel’s lips trembled violently. “I would have done anything for you.” “That was the problem,” I replied. “You stopped seeing people as human the moment they stood between you and what you wanted.” Her mother shook her head desperately. “You can’t abandon her like this.” I looked at the older woman slowly. Then answered with complete honesty. “I already abandoned the wrong woman once,” I said quietly. “I won’t do it again.”

William said, teasing her. Abigail began to panic, realizing she could not deny her voice and what she said. No amount of reasoning or money will save her from the mob coming for her. Left with no option, she pulls out a poison vial from her garb. Luckily, William still uses his Sense's power and reacts faster than her. William grabbed the candy from his pocket and threw it in her fingers, causing Abigail to let go of the vial and crash onto the floor. Humiliated, she turned her blade to herself. The boys leaped and struggled long enough for the mob to arrive and subdue Abigail.

A familiar, irritating sensation that tightened like a thread being pulled too sharply. The chains tattoo etched into my skin. The curse. I ignored it. I always did. Ivan didn’t press further. Instead, he changed the subject. “The vampire we captured… he’s dead.” My jaw tightened. “We couldn’t get anything from him,” Ivan added. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. That was the second failure this week. “And how are things with the new scouts?” Vaelor was moving pieces faster than I liked, and every dead end made the pattern harder to track.

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

I cannot say. Victor looked at the infant in the swaddle, his face etched with hesitation and pity. "Is there truly no other way...?" Miriam, pinned down by the bodyguards, struggled violently. "Jules, do it! The ancestors will surely agree! I don't want you to die! We can have more children later. It won't matter if we can't find a witch then!" Julian looked at Miriam in disbelief. He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger.

Even though I was much shorter than Dad, only reaching his knees, I still reached out my hand and tried my best to shield him. "Dad, don't worry. I'll protect you!" His eyelashes fluttered, and his body shook for just a second. After a bit, he could not help but sigh softly. "Silly girl..." "Kiddo, the villain's darkening level has dropped from 100% to 70%!" The system's words made me let out a relieved breath. Maybe this meant Dad was feeling a little better? Before I could figure it out, Grandpa's face turned stormy because he felt embarrassed. He finally turned his attention to me.

His hand lifted, just an inch, like he might reach for me. For one second, I thought he believed me. His expression softened. His eyes met mine, really met them, and I saw it—doubt. Pain. Maybe even regret. Please. Please see me. Please believe me. But then he blinked. His face turned to stone again. His hand dropped. His whole body went rigid. “You have no choice but to abort it.” The words sucked all the air from the room. My knees went weak. “No, Julian—”

"Lynn Sawyer, you gave birth to a child and abandoned him. You know child abandonment is a crime." The neighbors were already waking up one by one, stretching their necks to catch a glimpse of the commotion. I stared at him. Then, in the next breath, I yanked off my slipper and swung it straight across his face. "You shameless old man! You dare show up at my door and frame me? I don't even have a boyfriend, and you claim I had a baby? Have you ever seen a woman who just gave birth and can still fight like this? Do I look like I just had a baby?"

His pack was already on the verge of collapse, losing money since he was not doing his job. That was why he honed his attention on marriage, hoping to stabilize the political situation with the help of the Alpha King. Not only had he failed in that, but he had even offended the Alpha King. Jeremy’s pack soon fell, and he became a rogue wolf. On the day of the mating ceremony, I walked toward the man I loved in my wedding dress. Marcus, dressed in a black suit, looked fondly at me from across the room. Before the Moon Goddess, we made our vows, promises that would last a lifetime.