The Main Heroines Are Trying To Kill Me Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Well our main story will start from next chapter , as our hero will be there to welcome our heroine . Lemme know you thoughts on the chapter. Stay safe and be happy. 🤎 P.

Maybe, just maybe, her destiny was only beginning. Outside, unseen and silent, shadows moved in the distance. Eyes glimmered, scanning the horizon. The villains from the past were not far behind, and the chase had only just begun. Shadow seen outside the window—villains are tracking her. —END OF CHAPTER 1—

“If you can kill me, Malaki, try.” I pressed myself closer to him, trying to stay invisible, praying someone would stop this madness before it was too late. ***** AUTHOR’S NOTE My lovely readers, This chapter was full of tension and drama, wasn’t it? I loved writing the standoff between Malaki and Louis their rivalry, the possessiveness, the chaos it all makes your heart race! Our heroine is right in the middle, trying to stay safe, and I can’t wait for you to see what happens next. If you enjoyed this chapter, don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe to stay updated on every twist and turn. I’d love to hear your thoughts, your favorite moments, and any predictions you have for what’s co

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

“You want me to cower in front of you or something?” Helen snarled at me in anger, her hand wrapping around my neck. I fought, kicking at her but she was not deterred. Her grip was as strong as one of the wolves. Suddenly, she let out a small shriek and was thrown back by an invisible force. I fell to the ground, coughing as I tried to catch my breath. I left you for two minutes and you tried to get yourself killed. The Celestial Duke! Was he the one who saved me?

“Hera does not like to be kept waiting. Hand over the chip right now, or this clinic becomes your shared grave.” Mavric tried to sit up, rage burning fiercely in his eyes, while Liora stood firmly between him and the intruder, levelling a pistol directly at the woman’s chest. The confrontation taking place inside a sterile room now filling with a deadly chemical agent — marked the beginning of their first direct battle against a representative of The Sovereigns. END OF CHAPTER 197.

But as she raised her claws, she hesitated. Killing her would mean victory—but at what cost? Was she truly ready to become the monster the Elders had tried to create? The moment of hesitation was all it took. The red-eyed woman smirked. "You’re weak." A blast of dark energy surged toward Eve. The chapter ended with a blinding explosion—one that could change everything.

Chapters turned into a story. And before I could catch my breath, it was no longer a coping mechanism. It was a novel. In my story, the characters aren’t named Stacey and Noah, but anyone who truly looked could recognize us in the margins. The male lead is a basketball player with a fire in his eyes and the weight of his dreams pressing hard on his back. The female lead is older, cautious, guarding her heart like it’s glass but unable to resist the pull of something dangerous, something real.

If the world is a game designed to kill me, then I am going to change the rules of the board until the pieces break. "What is that?" the janitor’s voice asks, suddenly thick with panic, as if he sees something flickering in the air where I used to lie. I don't look for an answer. I don't care about their confusion. I am focusing on the feeling of my own skin, the hypothetical sensation of heat returning to my veins. I am envisioning a life where I don't wait for permission to stand up. I see the three heirs, not as gods or masters, but as fragile, spoiled boys who think they own the future. I am going to tear their world apart from the inside. I will be the nightmare they never saw coming.

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1