Novel & Cerita Mistakenly Saving The Villain

"The normal pack members all seemed to be saying the same thing about the issue so I had to infiltrate the pack house, it took a lot of energy mimicking the appearance of a sentry, hypnotizing them into talking and wiping their memory thereafter." "Wow! No wonder you look exhausted. Thanks for going to such lengths for me." "It's okay Ryder, that's what friends are for." "So what did you find out?" "Are you sure you want to hear it?" Evena asked. "I am sure. Tell me." "Lily wasn't bullied, she would provoke Ava to anger so many times, when Ava retaliated she would act innocent thereby poisoning Jax's mind against Ava. On the day of the attack, the cook who overhead their argument and raised

The soldiers sprang into action, dragging Helena away from the table and slapping handcuffs on her wrists. “WFT??? Let me go! Have you all lost your minds? I’m your general!” she screamed, thrashing against their grip. “Dorian, have you betrayed the pack too?” Holland shouted in disbelief. “I have my reasons,” Dorian said firmly. The room descended into chaos again. I took a deep breath and let out a low wolf growl, silencing the noise. “Maybe you should listen to this recording before deciding who the real villain is.” I pulled the recorder from my pocket and pressed play.

“It isn’t, Joe; she has tried to kill me four times, and this is her fifth attempt, and perhaps this time she will succeed, but I am not lying. She killed Elena and detective Chan, my good friend; she tried to drown Ocean; and she killed Kimberly and framed me. I know you love her and will believe everything she tells you, but everything she has told you so far is a lie. The villain in this story is Cecil, and if you don’t help me, she will kill me, and then my son.” “I am sorry, I can't.” He stepped back and almost walked out of the room when I spoke. “You are not a bad person, Joe; we worked together for more than a year, and you are honest and decent. From everything I have seen tonight,

Mother and Father both looked at me, torn. “Don’t tell me you believe her lies,” I snapped. “She’s right,” Father said quietly. “How else did you know?” The words hit like ice water. I regretted saving them instantly. I could’ve walked away with my divorce settlement and let them drown in their own greed. “Is that the thank you I get?” I muttered. “No matter what I do, I’ll always be the villain, right?” Vivian’s eyes gleamed in the reflection of the chandelier, savoring every second of the chaos.

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

] [Sure, the male lead is a prince, but the villainess is no Cinderella. Right. It was all a dream, and it was time to wake up. I let go of his shirt and forced out a smile. "Thank you for saving me back then. I hope you'll be happy." Victor winked at me, his smile beautiful. "As long as you're by my side, I'll be happy." "Victor, are you hiding something from me?" Victor's body gave a small tremor, and he lowered his eyes. "No." He worked to force a smile. "How could I ever bear to lie to you? I'll have someone draw you a bath."

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.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

I almost got in trouble. “I wasn’t meaning to stalk you. I’m sorry,” I said, looking down. “And thank you for tonight,” I added. “Lucian saved you, not me. Don’t follow Lucian around like that.” “It’s…” I paused. “I wasn’t following him, I just got it wrong.” “Get in the car. I’ll take you to the hospital. You’re wounded.” “It’s fine, I’ll just patch it up,” I said. “I can’t stand seeing bruises on people.”

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."