Too Many Losing Heroines Ending Novels & Stories

I sneered, "Don't worry. Consider him a gift to you. Anyway, I'm tired of him. If you like secondhand things, then enjoy them. My room, toys, and clothes were all old. Since you like used things, I'll make it easier for you. Like mother, like daughter." Her face darkened, her true nature revealed. "You slut! What are you so proud of? Even if you win the lawsuit, what's it going to change? Terence will still abandon you." She lost control, but I maintained a smile. "It's not abandonment. I left him voluntarily. If you want someone who's about to go bankrupt, with nowhere to turn and drowning in debt, then go ahead. Oh, and by the way, you should worry about yourself. I've already gathered al

With every step she took, there would be a corpse. First, there was Hermes’s body lying strewn on his stomach. His petasos was broken, lying next to him as two separate golden wings detached from his headband. Then there was Diana's body. Also lifeless. Then that of Spartan, Crimson, Kristina, Carmen, Marcus, Henry. . . all of them. Earth’s last line of defense. Earth’s heroes. They were all dead. The goddess was still passing through and claiming the souls of the vanquished when she then raised her arms. Reign glowed in response to her will.

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

Soon the third round got started. This time it was the turn of Macbeth. He had been fully prepared for this round again. One person could play twice and so the last round was been played by Macbeth. After their lose in the second it got tied this was the last and final round to which their fate is being checked. Alisha was sure at Macbeths victory, yet she couldn't help but be vary of him. After being disappointed at Kevin she was not sure that Macbeth would win or not.

After all, I didn’t want the people who loved me to worry. I was confident I could carry this secret forever, all the way into old age with the man I loved. However, the Knights had fallen. Worst of all, it was Ryan who destroyed them. The stone in my heart kept shifting. Every deep breath tore through my chest with blinding pain. Doctor Harvey told me there was no hope. The shard had sliced open my heart, the center of it nothing more than pulp. The only reason I was still breathing was because my brain hadn’t realized my heart was already a hollow shell.

“Poor little Iris didn’t know she chose the wrong man to fall in love with. Fate and destiny fucked the both of you big time.” Iris’ gasped for air, her eyes couldn’t see Claire clearly but she can still see the big figurine laying atop the shelves at the back wall. With all the strength that she has, she forced her mind to direct the figurine towards Claire, but the figurine moved by inches and too slow to reach Claire. Iris couldn’t feel her body anymore, her limbs were already numbing, and her consciousness was slowly drifting away. “Don’t worry, I know Max will thank me for killing you instead of you killing him, that would be too painful, isn’t it?”

My mate, David, was hailed as the most generous wolf in our pack. He donated his entire ten-thousand-dollar monthly salary to the wolf orphanage. He didn't keep a single cent for himself. The heavy mortgage, his parents' expensive herbal medicines, and the pack academy tuition all fell squarely on my shoulders. I had to pay for everything using my salary as an emergency room doctor. I worked several forty-eight-hour night shifts in a row at the pack hospital. My inner wolf was utterly exhausted, but my salary was never enough to cover our expenses. Having no other choice, I tried to talk to David. "When you get paid next time, could you leave just a little bit of money for us?" To my su

He looked pale, beaten, his spirit flickering like a candle. "Julian!" Maya ran toward him. But the sand started shifting. Three women rose from the earth. Each looked just like Maya. One wore a wedding dress stained with blood. Another sported a crown and held a sword. The last was old, tired, slumping in a wheelchair. "We’re the Mayas that never happened," said the Bride-Maya, her voice echoing hollowly. "The Author considered these endings," the Queen-Maya explained, raising her sword. "But she chose you—the struggle."

"Regardless of whatever happens at the ceremony, you will always be my hero. That will never change. Erin's eyes teared up. She reached over and squeezed Lily's hand. Outside, a wolf howled in the distance. The sound carried across the pack lands, lonely and haunting. Erin shivered and glanced at Lily. She was sleeping already, snoring lightly. Erin stood up and covered Lily with the blanket. She laid down quietly beside her but remained awake. Her mind raced from one thought to another. Heroes always get happy endings, Lily had said. But Erin knew stories better than that. Heroes always have endings. But not all happy endings. Sometimes it was tragic or something in between that had no name

Dorian looked at her for a long moment and said, “Whether mark or claim, neither can cross Vivienne.” Seraphina smiled. The smile was exaggerated, but tears slowly gathered in her eyes. She knew she had lost. She had lost to Vivienne. Until now, she had believed she was the winner. Her wolf had Dorian’s bite marks, she had given birth to his pup, and she thought that was enough. She had not expected it to be nothing more than an illusion.