The Heroine Is Back For Everything Novels & Stories

Viola woke up in a daze, panting and looking around as she wondered whether she was in hell or the afterlife. She touched her body, shocked that she could feel her body. She was so surprised that she looked around, wondering if everything was okay. She could see Louis’s fingers on her neck and it was enough evidence that she was alive. How she survived was unknown to her but she saw it as a second chance at revenge. “Thank you goddess,” She whispered, clenching her fist. She saw it as her chance to get back at Louis and end him for good.

Her vision became blurry due to the tears that gathered in her eyes. "General…" she called out, tears streaming down her eyes as she gave him a big hug. "I can't leave you here," she said, sobbing loudly. "You aren't leaving me, take it like you're going to find a mystery to whatever is keeping this place a prison and taking life from it," general lynx consoled her. "Do I have to go? I can forfeit everything," she considered the thoughts but was pushed by general lynx instead. "I'm sorry Xena," was the last she heard from his lips as she passed through a dimension she had never seen before.

Hera raised her hands, a small orb of blue energy condensed between her fingertips, “I am not going to kill you but you need to be punished for trying to steal my prisoner.” The way she said ‘My prisoner’ made my insides melt. My face flushed and my heart started throbbing wildly. Damn this girl! Why did she have such an effect on me? “W…What are you going to do Hera?” The woman wearing the black dress questioned, eyeing her in horror. “I am just going to suck all your power and make you as weak as those fragile women you had kidnapped,” Hera’s words dripped with vehemence. She was about to hit them with the spell when I grabbed her arm.

Her slight tremble became violent and took over as she broke down in racked sobs. "I'm sorry." She repeated. "Don't... Don't say anything Morgan. It's okay." She nodded against my shoulder, crying her eyes out while I held her, gently tapping her back. "Why don't you..." I started after some time had passed. "Why don't you come back? Let's go back to how we were. Before all of this happened. Let's go back to four year ago Morgan. " "I can't." She said with a shake of her head between the tears. "Not after everything. Not after... I've lost... We've lost.. I can't. "

I said, determination setting in. We quickly loaded into the car, and as we sped through the city, my mind raced with thoughts of what I would do when I got to the Davidson Corporation. I wasn’t the same naive girl they had betrayed all those years ago. I was stronger now, and I was ready to fight back.

By showing her that the love she thought was dead was merely buried under ash, waiting for a single, shared breath to reignite. I would fight for her. Not as her owner, but as her equal. As the man who finally understood what it meant to deserve her light. The coffee was cold. The battle lines were drawn. And for the first time since I’d walked into that orphanage hall, a fierce, desperate hope began to burn through the fear. Let Michael make her feel like a queen. I would remind her what it felt like to be a goddess. And I would remind her that the only man who could truly worship her was the one who knew the depths of his own past sacrilege, and was determined to spend a lifetime atoning f

And when Zara walked out in the final piece—a hand-sewn silk creation named Redemption—the silence shattered into thunder. Alec watched her from the shadows. He wasn’t sure who she had become. Not the woman from the café. Not the girl with cheap shoes and wild comebacks. But the queen forged from fire and betrayal. His phone buzzed again. This time, he answered. “You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” came the female voice. It was Juliette. Alec’s spine went ice cold. “I’m back,” she whispered. “And this time, I brought help.”

"If death was your victory, why resurrection? Why second chance? Why Aria? What's the point? What's the plan? What are we missing?" The foundation hums. Energy building. Reality thinning. Something approaching. "We're about to find out." I say. "Because whoever brought me back is here. I can feel them. Watching. Waiting. Ready to reveal themselves. Ready to collect whatever price they think we owe." A woman appears. No. Not a woman. Something wearing woman-shape. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something that exists between life and death. "Hello, Aurora." She greets. Voice like graves opening. Like souls returning. Like death reversed. "Or should I call you Aria? I brought you back.

My eyes drifted down to her chest, making my eyes widen in amazement. The soft thing like a tissue was her boobs. They were so huge like a balloon, and a part of it was exposed. She was a pretty lady as well, but with an arrogant personality. Didn't she know who I was? Possibly, she wasn't around during the Alpha ascension ceremony. “Omg!” She exclaimed in shock, covering her mouth. When I followed the direction of her gaze, she was staring at my broken phone. “I broke your phone!” She cried out, going down on her knees. She gathered the broken pieces in her trembling hands and looked at me in worry.

“She’s not yours. She never was.” The pounding stopped. The silence that followed was worse. My ears rang with it, waiting for the next blow, the next word. I realized I was trembling so hard the mug on the table rattled beside me. Then Barry spoke again, quieter, almost mocking. “You think you’re her savior? You think you can erase me?” He let the words hang, thick and poisonous. “She’ll come back. She always does. And when she does, you’ll wish you’d stayed out of it.”