Novel & Cerita The Main Heroines Are Trying To Kill Me

I watched her fingers stay there like an anchor. Then she looked back at me. “No,” she said simply. I sighed like I was disappointed. “Are you sure? This is your last chance to be the hero.” Anya lifted her chin. “I’m not leaving my people to die so you can use me.” I nodded once. “Fair enough.” I raised my hand and that’s when the strike team moved. They hit the ward line like thunder, blades flashing, spells cracking against the silver threads, wolves shifting mid-stride and lunging.

I pushed them both, I smiled because they were still arguing, they didn't even pay attention to me. I shot the unconscious woman in the head, I shot her twice as her own blood covered her whole face. Rest in peace, bitch. You shouldn’t have trigger me. The two women were startled before they approached their companion. "You bitch! Why did you kill Lianne ?!" the loud woman shouted. I saw her little name tag, Ayesha. The other woman is Dennie. "I hate how people in the game play with their dirty hands and their mindsets. Like how you, bitches, plan about killing me without knowing that I’m fucking listening." I said with a grin on my face. The color of their faces disappeared when they realiz

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?” He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21st century. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.

I had failed to protect her once again. I leaned down and pressed my forehead gently against hers, whispering so only she could hear, “I’m right here, Hazel. I’m not going anywhere. Just fight, baby. Fight for me.” The room felt heavier now, the air thick with unanswered questions and the threat of more danger lurking in the shadows. Someone out there had tried to kill my queen tonight, and they had almost succeeded. But who?

I took her to bed and buried myself in her until dawn. It should have cleansed me. It didn’t. No matter how many times I drove into her, no matter how she clawed at my back and begged for more, it didn’t erase the image of indigo eyes staring into the camera as if he could see me through it. Helena finally slept, satisfied…….I didn’t. —- I had tried to kill the stupid human again this week. That is the part that burns the most. I, Xander Nightfall, heir to the Nightfall pack, trained from adolescence in the art of silent death, failed.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

I let out a breath of relief as the woman sighs in relief and hurries down the path. “Wrong move…” Zade murmurs. I’m about to question him when suddenly the masked killer springs out at her, knife in hand. I flinch, grabbing onto Zade’s knee, and turning away from the screen as she tries to fight off her attacker. “She’s as good as dead,” he murmurs, running his fingers through his hair. “She’s one of the main characters. She won’t die.” I say, not wanting to admit what looks like an inevitablity coming. She won’t die.

With that the line cuts, and I fall to the floor, crying. I don't want to cry. I don't want to feel so weak and powerless. But someone had tried to kill me twice within the week, and I didn't know who it was. Before, I knew who my enemies were. I knew that my sister wanted me dead, I knew that the bears wanted me dead. But this time? The culprit was secretive and damn good at staying that way. No one saw them, no one knew who they were. A castle resident? A friend? A maid? or a staff member?

Only a cold, lethal determination pulsing like blood in my veins. "Maeve!" I heard Luka shout through the earpiece, his voice desperate, but I didn’t stop. I was the queen now. Not the protected. Not the survivor. The protector. The hunter. The one who killed for those she loved. I found three more men in the main room. They were searching the fake files I had left as bait. One of them turned to me. I shot him in the knee. He fell screaming. The second tried to shoot. I hit his shoulder, then his chest. Two precise shots. He fell to his knees, coughing blood.

I’m the heroine in an erotic story. My specialty? Turning anything hot or cold into something steamy. On the first day I landed in a horror game, the boss told everyone to choose how they wanted to die. I smiled and said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.” Boss: “???”