The Evil Lady's Hero 소설 & 이야기

] [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 felt my spirit return back into my body and once again I had that hope that I am safe… Damon walked upon a scene where five men were about to take advantage of a young lady, they had her pinned to the floor and one of the men was on top of her, the one with golden hair. The men all became in a state of alert when they noticed Damon's presence and Damon could see the fear clearly in the girl's eyes. She needed help and the way she looked at him felt like she had found a savior in him but Damon isn't no one's savior and when the men told him to walk away and act like he saw nothing he simply did what they asked. There is a lot of evil in this world and Damon isn't interested in stopping none

“Last chance,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “Who sent you? Give me a name.” She spat blood at my feet. “Go… to hell…” My wolf snarled, wanting to finish her. But dead people couldn’t talk. I pulled back my fist and hit her—once, hard, right at the pressure point below her ear. Her eyes rolled back, and she went limp. I descended the fire escape. The parking lot was still empty, the body of her partner already cooling on the asphalt. I hauled his corpse up the fire escape, hiding both of them in the shadows of the roof where they wouldn’t be seen from the street.

That was the ultimate humiliation for Ryan. He tried to lunge at Lawrence, but Lawrence knocked him flat with a single punch. The air seemed to still. Ryan turned to hit Kate, only to slip again. Kate staggered to my car, slapping at the window, but was held back by my bodyguards. The face she pressed against the glass was twisted and hideous, much like a banshee. "Helen! You think you've won?" she cried. I rolled down the window and stated, "You and Ryan can rot in the slums forever. That's exactly what you deserve."

"Okay, so I summoned the ancient wolf of the witches from your legend?" Elly nodded happily. "I think so." Eva rolled her eyes. "Elly! Those legends also have virgin sacrifices, girls eaten alive, and people whose blood is drained! How do you know this thing is friendly?" "I know," she said. "Because he's your mate." Eva's eyes flew wide open. She was in shock. "Okay, you've completely lost it!" she said, standing up and reaching for her coat. She wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

The whole place was magnificent and there were lots of strange but welcoming faces. The music was loud so I could barely hear a thing Catherine was saying to me. She made finger signals which I failed to understand, then disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone with my man, Pete. He drew me closer to himself and held me tightly by the waist while at the same time moving me slowly toward the bar. He pulled out a seat for me and sat only after I did. The whole perfect gentleman thing was really interesting and a part of me secretly hoped it would continue eventually.

The once oppressive atmosphere began to lift, replaced by whispers of hope that floated through the air. The evil entity fought ferociously against Sable's aggression, but it was no match for her newfound strength. Each strike of the sword seemed to weaken it further, the evil slowly losing its grasp on the realm. Sable could sense her mates drawing closer, their love and support fueling her every swing. She knew that together, they would overcome any obstacle. Finally, after what felt like hours of relentless battle, the embodiment of evil faltered. Its form crashed to the ground, defeated by Sable's unwavering determination and the power of the enchanted sword.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to take out my handkerchief and offer it to her?" Livian gave a mischievous smile. "More like the part where you are supposed to kick her kneepits and trample on her hands as soon as she slumps to the ground." "You are evil." She wrapped her hand around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." "You can't complain about it. You are my evil contract wife and I'm the sinister husband who compliments your nature." He winked at her, ignoring Olivia who was giving a one person show. "Truer words have never been said." She glanced back at Olivia and wondered, was she going to continue putting up that ridiculous act?

For a second, she thought it was directed towards her, but she later realized it was the exact opposite of it. It landed straight into one of the trees nearby, followed by a male’s shriek. “Ah!” Someone behind the tree reacted. As Lady Francesca was about to mount her horse to leave, another male’s voice echoes in. “Evandel, didn’t I told you not to play prank on ladies. Women were naturally scared cowards and bunch of weaklings who couldn’t keep up with men’s strength and bravery,” the newly arrived man said.

Chuckling in her exhilaration again, Evania followed her hero monster entering her house after she’d locked the front gate and door. Evania sounded out her monolog again underneath the quagmire of her mind, thought, and consideration. My snap judgments are seldom wrong. I’m dead certain this hero monster of mine is really well-mannered, courteous and kind-hearted, especially towards delicate, vulnerable, weak, but gentle and pretty human girl like me. Not knowing why having met and seen him merely for the first time, I know that he’ll always protect me and will never do me any harm. Hihihi…