Novel & Cerita Makeine: Too Many Losing Heroines Light Novel

"You might think there is nothing for me, but I know there is still something to lose which I cannot afford." At least, I am still the Luna of this pack and everyone regards me as such I have all the honour and respect and that is one thing I will not afford to lose Lucian not loving me did not stop me from having the authority of a Luna. I cannot afford to lose both I still have one "You are being delusional," Gizmo scoffed. "You and I know there is nothing anymore." "Soothe yourself then, I don't have anything to explain to you," I brushed him aside and walked away

Cadma's point of view - "I love you, what is the big deal about a mate anyway? I bet the Gods and Goddesses put our names are in a Male jar and a Female, which the Gods pull the names out of. I can see a God say Look this name is Jack and that name is Jill. They are perfect together!" I watched Ashina break down in laughter at what I had said. She always thinks I am joking; I am not joking. I know how spunky she is, determined and stubborn. When she is stern her eyebrows knit together and then she is like a volcano boiling over. Akira laughs at my jokes; I mean really my jokes aren't the least bit funny.

Shino was cut when Rhianna forced herself free from his grasp then quickly injected the what-seemed-to-be cure on the unconscious lass. The room’s ongoing tension was enveloped by silence — Keisha’s obvious injuries slowly faded: from her beaten up face to her broken bones and to her purplish bruises. And even her constant bleeding not a longer while stopped that made each of them surprised; surprised in a sense that the events were too unrealistic to be happening in a short span of time.

I have hit the floor. I think I have hit the floor. There is no sense of impact — only a softness, and then a stopping, the way a body stops moving when there is nothing left to push against. I am lying on something. The something is silt and bone. I am surrounded by skeletons, and not all of the skeletons are mermaids. Some are larger. Some are stranger. Some carry weapons in shapes my kingdom forgot a thousand years ago. They are arranged around me in a ring. The ring has eight spaces. The eighth space is the center. The eighth space is where I have landed. They have been waiting for me.

Rita "Blackthorn wasn’t built for the weak," Gogo said, stirring a steaming cup of rooibos tea with a long, carved bone spoon. The scent of cinnamon and earth filled the kitchen as Rita leaned in, listening. "Three founders—a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire—came together in a time when our kind had to hide or be hunted. They made a place where magic wasn’t just tolerated. It thrived." Rita traced the rim of her own cup. "So it was always a school?"

Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel. Author’s note: Hello dear readers! Thanks for reading my book. This story originates from my imagination only and doesn't represent any person or places. If you are a fan of spicy protagonists alongside some action and drama this book may match your taste. Warning: The later chapters in this book have strong mature content. Please read at your own risk.

“Would you rather find a way to negotiate with the dragon, perhaps unite with the other kingdoms to face him, or six months or a year from now, would you like to be the one someone is thinking of while he or she is training, their purpose in taking on the dragon to avenge the lost princess?” She was listening, but his words were not changing her mind. They were only making her mad. In her mind, the visions she’d had of herself triumphantly killing the dragons, imaginary stories she’d been telling herself since Gavin was taken, began to morph. Instead of her sword sinking through the soft part of his throat, bringing him down in a bloody mass of scales and smoke, she saw the dragon lifting he

I pushed my katana even closer to him so he strengthened the defense and brought his katana closer to me and then we pushed our katana towards each other and we jumped away from each other and we both gasped. "We should finish this game Princess," Zayne said. "I agree. I'm getting tired of playing." I said. He immediately raised both his hands so I did the same. Kunai made of dark elements appeared behind him while mine were swords made of light elements behind me. There are almost innumerable kunai made by him as well as mine. We both waved our hands toward each other. I avoided others but because of the sheer number, I could not avoid some of them. My body is already full of wounds and I'm

I will surely try to improve myself and remove every mistake of mine. I even never thought that someone even paid for my work. But you all still did thanks to everyone who spent coins on my book. I really appreciate this and was very grateful to all the readers out there. I will end this story here. I hope that you enjoyed this story and forgive me for the mistakes I have done in writing this story. Please do comment and tell me your thoughts. And thanks for your support!

It would've been nice if the ending of princess Lalaine is good but sadly, it's not so I have to work hard for me to survive in this fictional world. By the way, it's still three days before the debutante' ball which will be held inside the palace and a lot of servants were hired to lessen the work because if they don't, they won't finish everything in three days As of now, I am reading a book about wizards and it's entitled 'Ice magic attacks'. I've been memorizing the different kinds of attack of all of the elements which are earth, Ice, Fire, Wind, light, dark and lightning. I already finished memorizing fire, light and lightning but I still haven't mastered it.