Novel & Cerita The Main Heroines Are Trying To Kill Me

Taking a moment to think deeply, I speak, “I’ll go with this plan, but we can’t kill everyone. There are good souls in that place, and I know it. I’ve met a few, and we should save them.” “I’m a Luna who’s found her way to the top of this game, Kaya. Trust me, I’d be with you. After all, we women must stand with each other, shouldn’t we?” She tells me, giving me her word, and I smile. “Kade, Kieran, and Kyle, we are coming for you.” In my thoughts, I affirm a burning desire for retribution.

My heart becomes heavy with the conflicting emotions. I tried to kill my daughter and my mate. Both at the same time. And someone made them appear in front of me that night on purpose. Until now, I haven’t figured out who wants me to kill them but I know…they want to target me. The purpose for doing that is simple—getting me out of the way after breaking me. But…who is powerful enough here to unbind me from the chains, and get Avery and Celia out of their protective shields? That magic is solid. To get rid of it, they have to be stronger than me.

I then crouch down and sweep three pairs of legs before straightening, blocking and then punching another male, finally knocking one out. I try my best not to hurt these warriors too much as they are just following orders, unfortunately; I do accidentally kill three of them, as Morpheus extends our claws and takes out their throats. I get through those ten rather quickly. Alpha Benjamin nods his head again and the next wave comes at me, only this time there is a difference these ones actually want to kill me.

How would she be able to explain herself? And that is when they would know that she was a deciever and she had just been playing games ever since. And then they will make her an enemy and try to kill her and that would make four people after a life — Aster, Killian, Milan and Alpha Ryker. She would accumulate so many enemies. And there's only so little that a powerless girl like her can do against so many powerful opponents. Maybe she was meant to die young.

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

Blood dripped from her wounds, but she fought on, refusing to yield. Kate joined the fray once more, her eyes burning with a fiery determination. Together, they attacked with calculated precision, forcing me into a defensive stance. Blow after blow, we clashed in a furious dance of survival. As the battle raged on, I could feel my strength waning. The wounds I had inflicted on Vella and Kate were deep, but they fought with an unwavering resilience. They were united in their goal to defeat me, to protect what they held dear. But despite their valiant efforts, I couldn't bring myself to deliver the final blow. As I looked into their eyes, a flicker of doubt danced within me. Were they truly de

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

I covered my ears to try and block it out, but she only cackled maniacally. “P-please don’t hurt us! We are only handmaids in the royal courts..” I whipped around to see the two women I noticed earlier crouching in the corner behind my curtains. One of them spoke. “Never beg the enemy Mosley!” her voice was hard as she spat the words. I shook my head sadly at her as I saw her raise her hands at me to attack. But before she could do anything, the force within me struck again. This time a crackle of bright blue energy shot out of my palms straight as the two women, killing them instantly.

I lunged before the hitman could pull his trigger, driving my right dagger straight into his shoulder joint to knock his aim wide, and as his rifle clattered against the ground, I spun around to slash my second blade across the jacket sleeve of another soldier who was trying to draw a pistol from his holster. "Fantine Thorne, what are you doing fighting against your own father's men in a dirty alleyway for a wolf boy?" the lead hitman shouted, pulling a long hunting blade from his belt as he backed away two steps to evaluate my knife stance. "I am not a Thorne anymore, and if you take another step toward my mate, I will drive this steel right through your ribs!" I answered, my fingers grippi

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?