The Villainess Ending Is Death Novels & Stories

He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads . ' oh so it was that guy , he's way better than that idíót fiance of mine , let's go see how he looks like ' she thought before leaving the principal's office . She preferred him over the male lead ,a million times . At least he wasn't an hypocrite. There's nothing anyone can tell her that would make her like that Lance. He was the one who turned Jade into a Villian. The moment she went out ,she was ambushed by Lilith who was growing impatient already .

Harem howled and howled horribly like a wild beast; he moved towards his attackers to tear and slaughter them all. Azura looked at Alice lying on the floor panting, but she didn't feel pity for Alice's evil deeds. Azura, without hesitation, directly cut Alice's neck. She also forced herself to become a villain because of the people she loved. If she didn't kill Alice today, one day, Alice would kill her, even her children. "Alice, go..to...hell."

“It isn’t, Joe; she has tried to kill me four times, and this is her fifth attempt, and perhaps this time she will succeed, but I am not lying. She killed Elena and detective Chan, my good friend; she tried to drown Ocean; and she killed Kimberly and framed me. I know you love her and will believe everything she tells you, but everything she has told you so far is a lie. The villain in this story is Cecil, and if you don’t help me, she will kill me, and then my son.” “I am sorry, I can't.” He stepped back and almost walked out of the room when I spoke. “You are not a bad person, Joe; we worked together for more than a year, and you are honest and decent. From everything I have seen tonight,

I groan. “Well, you can't really blame her. You killed her husband, personal maid and mother-in-law. Even if you had your own reasons, it wasn't just the ideal way. ” “What do you mean? ” I turn to him, glaring. “She needs closure. They died with that closure and you can't give it to her because you aren't them. You're already the villain in her mind, the monster that took everyone she loves and suddenly being nice to her because he's in love with her? Anything you say now would look like it's part of your grand scheme, even if it isn't. ”

She fell to her knees, her breath ragged, her body trembling. For a moment, silence filled the cavern, broken only by her labored gasps. She looked up at me, her lilac eyes dimming, her defiance replaced with something resembling fear. “You… you can’t stop it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “The child… the darkness… it’s… inevitable…” Her body slumped forward, lifeless. Andromeda, the witch who had wrought so much destruction and pain, died like any mortal. There was no dramatic end, no explosion of power - just a hollow, lifeless shell crumpling to the ground.

And then she lunged faster, deadlier, final. The world narrowed to her claws arcing toward my throat. --- Callista, alive and corrupted by dark power, reveals she has fully sided with Caelum and the enemy. The chapter ends as she lunges to strike a killing blow at Saphira, leaving her fate hanging in the balance.

A few scattered comments drifted across my vision. [Honestly, the villainess is kind of pitiful…] [Pitiful? Seriously? Are you even seeing what's happening? Of all people, you feel bad for the villainess?] [Tell me about it. The male lead shouldn't have let her off so easily. Maisie clearly wasn't happy.]

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.