Until The Tragic Male Lead Walks Again Novels & Stories

No sympathy, no second glance. Worked for me. Now I didn't have to pull strings in the dark. [That's it. Plot's wrecked. Male lead's toast. What now?] [Gabriel really backed Selene? Bro's begging for a redemption arc.] [Willa's finished. Her guys are either dead or flipped.] [Selene's comeback is CHEF'S KISS. I'm living for this.] [Um, hello? Are we just ignoring the part where Tristan's guts went flying? That was BRUTAL.]

It was flat and devoid of inflection. [Mission complete. The host is safe.] I stopped and looked up at the night sky. Kris was dead. He was poisoned by the wine his first love had prepared for me. Ruby’s life was over. What awaited her would be the full weight of the law. And I, the tragic heroine who was supposed to be broken in body and spirit, drained of blood, stripped of organs, and left to die miserably on the street, was still alive. I asked the system, “Now that the plot has fallen apart, will this world still continue on?”

the chief ordered the female officer walked out on us with her face looking so red like a half-ripped apple "where's my father?" my husband asked furiously the Cheif walked slowly to where we stood and the look on his face showed that something tragic has happened "I'm really sorry man, you will be heartbroken when you go inside but I want you to be a man and take this in slowly," he said and tapped my husband on his shoulder I walked past them and went inside, only for me to see Mr Pendragon lying dead with a white substance on his mouth, I rushed to where he layed and tapped him aggressively

With my father's drug entering the market, her company's product had been completely replaced. She was utterly finished. After paying enormous compensation, the company still ended up facing bankruptcy. Later, I heard that Julian and Bruce were robbed while partying abroad. They were shot several times and didn't survive. Two years later, my father and I had just walked out of a new product launch when a haggard middle-aged woman stopped us. When I looked closely, it turned out to be my mother. Her temples were streaked with white, her face carved with deep wrinkles. She looked like someone who had endured years of hardship.

Faces dissolved; Javier’s last, smiling, mouthing I’m proud. The light collapsed. The ash fell. The crater was silent. We stood in the dawn, a family broken and remade. Elena hugged me, sobbing. “Mamá, I forgive you.” Marco collapsed, alive, the gold scars gone. Alexander pulled us all close, his voice rough. “It’s over.” But the subway grate hissed one final time. A single red petal drifted out. It landed at my feet. And pulsed. To be continued…

' system 019 said and encouraged its host at the same time while the grey mist keep going on forward to where was the male lead is. 'Hmm' was only Xiara reply before she continued taking a step forward to where was the male lead is being tied tightly a while ago and with nobody knowing how did the male lead managed to cut the rope that tightly tied his arms to a chair with a few broken ribs at a glance. She had already walked towards the young man who was bathed in blood, Ara could not tell if it was from the young man or from someone else, but she had no right to ask the young man who tried to stand up even though his arm was crippled.

I get the fact that he's strong but he shouldn't make use of his strength on carrying me like a sack of rice! "Hey! Put me down this instant! Jean Pierre Morris!" I rammed on his back again and again in hopes that he will let me down but I'm only wasting my energy. In the end, I gave up and let him bring me to the library. 'It was humiliation, you annoying male lead! I thought you were a gentleman but where the heck your gentleness gone to!' And so until we came to the library, all people we passed by looked at us in disbelief. Not anyone did this but this male lead. Of course, anyone would be shocked.

Greg slowly let go of his wife's hand, now understanding the jokes Nera and her husband were making a second go. It was a remake of the canceled wedding to Nera, but the difference this time was that he was the victim and not Nera. He chuckled, revenge served hot. The facilitator struggled to turn the projector off. He had no idea how the sex tape got into his video, as he kept apologizing. Agness, who was in the corner of the room with a group of investors, turned pale as she looked in Nera and Marcus's direction.

“Because most days, I feel like I’m just barely holding on. Like one wrong move and everything falls apart.” I reached over and took his hand with my good one. “You’re keeping us alive. That counts for something.” “At what cost?” His voice dropped. “I’ve lost so many men, Elara. Good men. And now …” He stopped himself. We fell into silence again, watching the movie. The woman had found the man again, and they were having some intense conversation I couldn’t hear because I’d muted it. “They’re going to end up together,” I said. “That’s how these old movies work.”

The window rolled up, cutting off Charles' completely broken and desperate face. He wasn't done, though. From the sidewalk, he yelled after the car in a raw voice, saying, "Even if you beat me, so what? I'm the male protagonist of this world! I'll take back everything that's mine!" I laughed until tears came to my eyes. Charles' ego was fragile. It was so fragile that, when I first revealed the truth about being a system player in this world, I lied to protect his ego, calling him the male protagonist and Natalia the female protagonist.