Until The Tragic Male Lead Walks Again Novels & Stories

"After everything we've been through—all the trauma and fear and pain—we get this. We get happiness." "We deserve it." "Do we?" "Yes." His arm came around me. "We fought for it. Survived for it. We absolutely deserve it." I wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that the worst was behind us. And for the first time in years, I almost did. Because Marcus was learning to walk again. Because Sienna was pregnant with a healthy baby. Because Elena's memories were restored and Rosie was thriving. Because against all odds, despite curses and time loops and attempted murder and every horrible thing that had happened—

The second Fiona signed, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed. Tristan was rushed into surgery. Both legs were coming off. The police pulled Rainee aside for questioning. I took Maddie's hand and headed for the evacuation area. The sky slowly cleared, sunlight spilling across the ruins. I breathed in the damp, earthy air. For the first time, I felt free. The debt from my last life had finally been paid—at least part of it. Tristan had lost both legs, and with his twisted obsession, there was no way he'd let this go.

Three years ago, I suffered severe complications during childbirth and lost our baby, leaving my husband crying outside the delivery room. For three years, Carter Reynolds doted on me with boundless devotion. Yet the progress bar for my Childbearing System remained stuck at 99 percent, leading me to believe I would never complete my mission. On the third anniversary of our baby's death, I went to the cemetery and later decided on a whim to take a walk along the beach to clear my head. That was when a little boy suddenly ran right into my legs. "Hey buddy, where are your parents?" I asked softly. He scrambled up, shoved my hand away, and took off running. I followed him, but the moment I

The system's voice was ice. [Host. Calm. Core objective: restore main plot. Ensure male lead connects with destined female lead.] "Restore main plot?" She almost laughed. Her sanity was hanging by a thread. "Right now? Even if you struck him with lightning, erased his memory, and stuffed him into my arms? It wouldn't be the original sweetness!" "It would be a replacement story. Someone else's secondhand happiness!" "What is this? A nightmare mission? I'm done!" "Keep the male lead! I don't want him! I'm not doing this anymore!"

"I'm taking my brother home." The comments began popping up again. "Am I the only one who thinks Daniel's life has been tragic? Even if the three female leads love him, the damage they caused is real." "I agree. Their attempts to make up for it came way too late." "What more do you want? The female leads already love him a lot!" I watched Elena and the others coldly. Then I heard the system's voice. "Host detected as deceased. Do you wish to be transported back to your own world?"

My husband always had a low sex drive, so we hadn’t slept together once in our three years of marriage. But tonight, after he rejected me yet again, rows of comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: [I’m dying. This supporting female character actually thinks the male lead has no interest in sex when he simply doesn’t want to touch her.] [Isn’t this great? He’s saving himself for the female lead. Once he meets her next month, he’ll lock her up and force her to love him!] [After kicking the supporting female character out, the male lead will bring the female lead home. She won’t be allowed to leave for seven whole days!] I stared at the man sleeping with his back to me and laughed despite my

The woman that I met first was strong, she knew to fight for herself. The woman that I knew after marriage loved me, believed in me, cherished me, healed me. And the woman that I was looking at now, was lifeless, defeated, hurt. And I had turned her into this. I ruined her. She was perfect, it was me who was insecure, it was me who didn't trust her, I let my past rule me, and in the end I killed the woman I fell for, now in front of me was the girl who was scared, who couldn't believe anyone, who was fighting for life.

“I looked for him for years. I never stopped not until I find him, but it seems like fate cut the tie that binds us and makes things harder for me. But I didn’t lose hope. I pray every night that He will help me find him. Thus, He did. He led me the way to him, but fate really played to me… to us, finally, I found him, but he already left the world and take the side of the Lord.” “I’m sorry about—” “No, it’s fine. I just want to share some portion of my painful past as I see how you take an effort to find things out between you and Linus. And when I found out the reason why he left me, my world slowly tore down and I almost lost my insanity—it’s crazy how love turns us, right? You can make i

Leon's bitter smile encompassed a myriad of emotions: sourness, desolation, and despair. Iris sat paralyzed on the ground, her face pale. She seemed to see Leon's inner fragility and sadness through his smile, revealing a vulnerability that contrasted with his earlier strength. Iris didn't try to escape, knowing it would be futile once Leon was gone. Seeing Leon's death, Iris felt a profound sadness. Despite the way he had treated her earlier, she couldn't help but feel sorrow when she saw him sacrifice his life to save her. Simultaneously, blood gushed from Leon's chest, staining the pendant hanging around his neck.

Clearly Tristan had already asked. "They are well looked after" Tristan smiles, I just nod. Letting him lead me away. The crowd is dispersing, everyone heading off to the wake as Tristan pulls on my hand; leading me away from everyone. Feeling the change in him, I finally have hope that we can survive this. He isn't lost; his strength finding its way through the loss he has experienced.