Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess - Chapter 11

He rose from abjection and achieved eternity in glory.
He embraced the prettiest beauties and killed the strongest opponents.
He was able to shift the clouds into rain and cover the sky with one hand.
He could overrun the entire world and go anywhere as he pleased.
He pacified wars and held the world in awe.
He was matchless in the world.
However, his hair turned white overnight for his beloved woman and he was on the verge of death.
He was surrounded by enemies who were trying to take his life.
He struggled his way to become mighty and fought for everything he cherished.
For this age, he was the only king of the Dark World.
His name was a byword for might.
As a man living in the world, his only ideal was to pursue brilliance.

As a loyal disciple, Ye Chen dedicated himself to guard the spiritual medicine field for his sect. But, during a fight with enemies, the spiritual field was destroyed. His loyalty and dedication to the sect could not save him. The loyalty he thought he had obtained from his peers and lover, could not save him from betrayal. Thus, he was shamelessly banished from the sect. With the help of a flame falling from heaven, Ye Chen began to develop himself into a stronger cultivator. Battled against his opponents, unfolded his legendary life and rewrote his own story…

Mature Content- Rated18+ (No rape)“You look lonely and well...”“Well?” The Alpha gave her a condescending smile.“Broken. Like someone who has fought a lot of battles. Someone who has been hurt.” She said.“It's true. And thus, I am ready to fight even more battles if it promises what I want,” Alpha Maverick said.“And what do you want?” She asked with a sweet smile.“Death. Death of all the rogues for what they did to me,” Alpha Maverick said, looking at the girl who became stiff beside him.“You are not a rogue, are you?” Alpha Maverick looked into her enchanting eyes, his hand caressing her cheeks, making her smile awkwardly.She was indeed a rogue, and not just any normal rogue, but one wanted by the entire world.~~~~~~“I, Valencia Brooklyn, reject Tyler Anderson as my fateful mate. I would rather accept death than a disloyal mate.” These were the exact words that changed her life.Since this werewolf world couldn't accept her for being an omega and not having a wolf, she decided to do the exact same thing.She became a rogue that everyone started fearing and looking for. A rogue who killed other rogues, stole from people, rejected an alpha, deceived the council, and most importantly, lived among humans while breaking all laws and norms.What will happen when someone from the council gives her anonymous case to the strongest alpha in the world? An alpha even stronger than the Alpha King's son?How will she save herself from an alpha who has vowed to kill all the rogues to avenge what they did with him?How will Maverick Aurelius catch this mysterious rogue who doesn't have a scent?When they first meet, he should've killed her, but how was he supposed to recognize her when she was a mere cat?Valencia never turned into her wolf because she was cursed to be a shapeshifter.How will the alpha recognise the rogue in the cat who has developed a weird habit of coming into his room and playing with his things?

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.