Is Too Many Losing Heroines Finished Novels & Stories

"I fought to save everyone! I released the code!" ​"You released the code for the Audience!" the Co-Writer countered. "But what about the Internal Logic? What about the characters who have nowhere to go when the 'Main Plot' is over? We don't want freedom, Nora. We want Vengeance." ​The Liquidation of Julian Vane ​The Co-Writer turned the Red Pen toward Julian. ​"The 'Billionaire Hero' is a tired trope," she whispered. "Let’s see how you hold up when I remove your Net Worth."

“Honey, you look like my sister, and I would love to get to know you better, but you’re better off forgetting us and leaving your mother’s murder go.” “No,” Amy objected. “I can’t let them get away with it. And I won’t deny half of my heritage.” “Doug’s afraid they’ll hurt you too,” Carrie explained. “Rich Alphas like the Archers always win. You must play by their rules, or they’ll knock you off the board.” “You should go now,” Doug said. “Write to us if you want, but don’t come here again. And don’t poke into Deidre’s disappearance anymore. Please.”

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

] [They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS. By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me. “You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold. “So… how do you wish to die?” Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me. Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else. Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.

I was curious about her. Night quickly fell and I made my way into the fight club. One of my many fight clubs. Match after match. Usually the way, I pick my men. The best fighters get money. But to my ultimate shock a woman just beat the crap out of 10 men in a row without a sweat. Hella talented. Only when she was given her hand up I only recognised it was her. Once again, I see her. The shorts were tightly wrapped along her legs and a sports bra clasping onto her breasts.

This was a lose-lose situation. If I said I liked it, Sean would think I was greedy and that I was working with Steve. If I said I didn't like it, I would seem fake. Caleb analyzed the situation quickly. 'Say that you're not worthy of it. Make it sound like you're beneath everyone else.' I bit my lower lip and gently shook my head. "It's too valuable." My voice was soft. It carried a hint of humility and fear. "I-I'm just someone who's here to give you children. I'm not worthy of something this precious."