Too Many Losing Heroines Novel Novels & Stories

Her love wouldn't have returned in a snap. Her love life was not a New Romance chapter. We did not get over it as quickly as in our favorite readings. There was always something fairy about love, but she didn't know all the tricks. Those which would make it possible to make her date return on their beautiful white horse, ready with a marriage proposal, with a flower between to the teeth. So she wondered how her heroines, with their heavily wounded hearts, managed to heal their disappointments. Judith loved her female readings. The books, placed on her nightstand, piled up a bit more night after night. She read a few chapters, tried in vain to guess the rest. She imagined feelings to the voic

It was more that he was being arrogant. After hearing Macbeths suggestion annie become delighted. Even alisha was impressed. The problem she thought was easily overthrowned. " Then it's settled...." Annie said happily. She wore a wide grin over her face in happiness. Even alisha couldn't hide her smile as her lips curled up unknowingly. " Not yet, I want to know how many people lost their money and we still need some people as our guards. Since sure Macbeth won't be forever in our side. We have to recruit new ones." She said with a meaningful look striking at Macbeth.

Looking at the two maids, Maria was once again reminded of that same ojou-sama character from A Fairytale Romance. In the novel, there was a long list of villainous characters who tried to compete with the heroine to win the male lead's love. Yet there was one villainess that stood out and it wasn't because she was ruthless and vicious, but because she was an idiot, a comic relief character rather than an actual villain.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of his silly face or it was my body’s post-response to all the tears that I’ve shed. “Have you ever tried wishing for a new life?” His voice became serious and he gave out a warm yet dodgy smile. “You know, Japanese and Korean comics have been too popular as of the moment because of its reincarnation or transmigration stories. Have you ever wished to experience the same thing?” Scenes from the stories that I have read flowed in my mind smoothly, it was as if someone intended that I remember it. In a slow manner, I nodded at him. “Well, I’ll lie if I say I didn’t. But I know it was just a fleeting dream.” I faced the window—silently asking to end our conversati

Just sitting in the nursing chair with one hand on my stomach and the late afternoon coming through the window and Catherine doing her post-dinner commentary against my ribs. He stood in the doorway. “Good day?” he said. “The Chicago team confirmed the lead researcher,” I said. “Dr. Amara. She’s exactly right for it.” “You’ve spoken to her?” “Video call this afternoon. An hour and a half.” I shifted in the chair, getting comfortable around thirty weeks which was an ongoing negotiation. “She lost a pregnancy two years ago. She came to the research through that, the same way I came to the advocacy.” I paused. “She said my articles were part of why she reached out to the platform in the first p

Adrian Reeves had exactly two seconds left to live. And he was spending both of them hating a web novel author. The truck's headlights filled his vision. Death was rushing toward him. Yet instead of thinking about his family, his future, or the countless regrets he should have had, Adrian could only think about one thing. Cassian Nyx. The villain deserved better. For three years, Adrian had followed every update of Chronicles of the Celestial Hero. Eight hundred chapters. Eight hundred chapters of betrayals, wars, and heartbreak.

“Honestly, author, what are you even doing? Why does every heroine in these stories get rejected at the same public ceremony? Why can’t she be rejected via text message? Or an email with a frowny emoji? You people need to expand your horizons.” Fingers clacked furiously as she poured scorn onto the glowing screen. Her review blog was infamous for this exact thing: Seren Han, scourge of bad webnovels, destroyer of overused tropes, wielder of sarcasm sharp enough to decapitate. “Oh, and here comes the rival omega girl,” she narrated aloud, scrolling. “Seren Nightwind. Gorgeous, petty, jealous. Let me guess: she’s going to laugh at the heroine, then spend the next twenty chapters humiliating he

It aches. How could a man she used to love so much will hurt her with these sharp words? After she forgives him for his past mistakes, will this be the exchange? He doesn’t even bother to listen to what she has to say. All he believes in is his mistress. That person is the reason she is stuck in this dreadful life. If only her mother hadn't died so early... If only her mother was still alive... Things would be different if she was still here. Aurelia wouldn't have to put up with this never-ending agony. She was not going to let her get hurt. She was not going to let these things happen to her beloved daughter.

It was time to end this for good. The potion burned bitterly as it slid down my throat, setting every inch of me ablaze. My muscles twisted in agony, like countless ants were devouring me from the inside. I clutched my chest, curling into a ball as sweat poured out of me in rivers. But none of that pain compared to the ache in my heart. I knew this suffering was necessary. It was the only way to cut Grayson out completely and start fresh. When the torment finally faded, relief washed over me. Even the air felt fresh. I pulled off the ring he'd given me at our wedding and tossed it into the street, watching as passing cars crushed it.

I saw her, I felt her, I know her scent, but not even my said parents believed me. Adding the initial one week I spent unconscious in the hospital, I spent a total of three weeks there, and the day I was to be discharged, gifts and well wishes were pouring in. Everyone in the pack now knew about the Beta's lost daughter, kidnapped before her first birthday, found at the poisoned lake, nineteen years later, and miraculously survived unlike many others.