Until The Tragic Male Lead Walks Again Novels & Stories

“Would you like that? Everyone in this theatre would hear your pretty little whimpers.” “Killian… please…” Her voice cracked, tears finally slipping down her cheeks. “Please don't…” I froze at the sight of her tears. They weren’t from pleasure. They were from something deeper, something darker. My eyes flicked to the screen, trying to understand what had triggered this sudden shift. Onscreen, the female lead was sobbing, cradling the male lead’s bloodied face in her hands. The dialogue crackled through the speakers. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know they would hurt you. I thought I was protecting you…”

“The doctors said you would survive; they said all that you had were surface wounds, none too deep to be deeply concerned about your health, but I didn’t want to believe them so easily. I’ve been here. I’m here…” He squeezed my hand in his, his large palm covering everything. He shook me and smiled again. “I’m so glad you’re back.” “Tristan,” I said, my voice full with emotion. And then everything came rushing back—the last few hours, including Caleb’s horrible death. “Fuck,” I cried as my eyes began to leak. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on with me. I don’t—”

The male lead I picked out, James Linden, doesn't love me anymore. He's broken away from the and has fallen in love with the secondary female lead, Yvette West. On the day of our wedding, he insists on making things official with her. "You've gone mad, James! We arranged your marriage to Mia with the Churchill family ages ago!" James' father, Jack Linden, yells angrily at him. He attempts to stop James, but the latter has already gotten carried away and is poised to escape alongside Yvette. I sigh as I listen to the system clamoring in my ears, informing me that the romance between the male and female leads has been ruined. "Then, let's just choose another male lead," I say tiredly, l

My body betrayed me, reacting to the devastating news; tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by the unbearable reality that my son was no longer with me. Alpha Alek approached me, offering a box of tissues as he crouched down, his knees bending gently. In that moment, I reached for his hand, seeking solace, and his response was unexpected; a low growl escaped him, his voice deep and resonant as he spoke.

She could still hear Roman's conversation with the creepy man inside her head, wailing with a warning. Mia doesn't know whether to be disappointed or not. Fortunately, the creepy man is nowhere to be seen. Roman brings her to a shabby-looking resto-bar where he and his band play. It sounded like a joke when he first told her that but now, seeing him play the bass guitar with only music in his mind, he looks like just another normal twenty-two-year-old guy. Not someone owning a hidden gun and having whispered exchanges about a dead girl.

He now walks with a limp. "Oh, how did all this happen?" "The bitch of a mother." She mumbled. "Of course, she is always behind things like these." I rolled my eyes. I touched her arm, thanking her, before walking over to where Nick, Johnathan and Michael were still in the corner talking. "Why the fuck would she even do that?" I could hear Nick saying. "Hey there Reign," Johnathan greeted. I could see the sad look on his face. "Why does the place look like this?'' I asked.

it was like the more information I got on what happened the more worse things became. Leo. Gone. And if someone had tech like that… This was big. Bigger than anything we’d ever handled. Tris was watching me, her eyes filled with something between fear and understanding. She stepped forward, her hand lightly brushing my arm. “They need you, go” she glanced at Ethan, then back at me “When you come back. We will still be here.” something about the way she said it felt convincing I held her gaze for a beat too long. “I’m not going anywhere for good. I need answers. And when I have them, I’m coming back. For both of you.”

I call, my voice trembling. “Here,” he says, his voice hoarse but alive. Relief surges through me as he strides into view, bloodied but standing. “We did it,” I say, my voice cracking. “Not yet,” a voice breaks in, cold and vicious. I turn, my heart plummeting. The leader strides forward, a vicious sneer on their lips. “Did you really think it would be that easy?” The room appears to shut in, and I understand too late—we stepped right into their trap.

He whispered softly as he pecked my head and led me out of the hall which was in chaos. I stood by the car hiccuping heavily due to my endless crying. I couldn't stop crying as flashes of the already dead man holding my neck tightly kept invading my brain and the memory of him falling in the pool of his own blood, dead next to his dead friends. It was slowly traumatizing me. I watched Killian take the car key from the dead chauffeur's pocket. The man that was well alive and healthy an hour ago was lying on the bare floor lifelessly… It was shocking.

He reached across the table, grasping her trembling hands in his, a lifeline of support in her darkest moment. As Noah’s words and comforting touch slowly calmed her racing heart, Grace regained control of her breath. The fog of panic began to dissipate, allowing her to focus on Noah’s next revelation. With a mix of concern and restrained fury in his eyes, he disclosed that he had seen a video from the dash-cam, showing a man mercilessly beating her while wearing a twisted smile. The rage burned within Noah’s gaze as he fought the impulse to unleash his anger on the man responsible for inflicting such pain upon Grace.