Evil Princess の小説・ストーリー

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

An evil female voice shouted from the sky. Palio, a sinister enchantress once exiled from Parabola floats down, caring the corpse of the king in one hand and holding her scepter of malice in the other. " You evil witch!” April G said as she folded her bow behind her back and pulled out a massive sickle.” Release the king this instant.” " You may have this pathetic tool,” Palio said as she threw the king’s lifeless body to the ground.” " I want the true threat to my reign. Bring me the child!”

"Heather, I don't care if you hate me or not. Call me names or tell me things whatever you want. But I will wait. I believe that time will come that we no longer need to treat each other like this anymore. I want us to get closer. I will patiently wait." "Oh, don't wait!" I chuckled, annoyed and pissed. "Because that time will never come. It will never happen. And stop acting like a protagonist. It's true that you're an excellent actress since you excel in acting and pretending, but you can never deceive me. You're a disgrace to the movie of my life. You're a nuisance. The kind of villain with no brain!" "Sister, please don't be like this," Hyacinth pleaded with her trembling voice. I think

“Come join me in flashing the unsuspected then, if you want- you'll just draw attention away from me.” “No way in infierno. Remember? I'm pure as la Virgin,” she declared, sending those around us into fits of laughter. Evanna Morales was known for many things, innocence not among them. She took it all in stride, crossing her arms to gaze regally out the window. Her pendant flashed at her throat as she fingered it idly. The fetish engraved on it shot across my vision. I nearly fell into the aisle. “Callie, what's wrong?” Eva asked, shocked. “You look like you've seen el Diablo's shadow,” she said, taking my hand in hers as her eyes shone with concern.

This much torture, abuse, humiliation, beating - she couldn’t take it anymore. She felt dirty, used, and she disgusted of herself. The door unlocked, she prepared to see Casper, but an old lady entered. The lady took a chair and sat beside her bed. Evangeline knew her. She was the same evil witch who abducted her. She disguised herself in the form of Natasha. Anger coursed through her, hatred burned her eyes. She glared at the old woman. "You know you can't escape this place. Right now it's your life. The sooner you will accept this fate, the better for you." The woman spoke.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

A while later, while Callum got dragged into a loud debate about film budgets near the kitchen, a woman approached me holding a glass of champagne. She looked around my age, dark hair, bright eyes with nervousness in her face. “You’re Hautea Javier,” she said immediately. “Sinclair-Javier,” I corrected automatically. She smiled. “Right, sorry. I’m Piper.” She shook my hand quickly. “I write for The Lens.” That caught my attention immediately, it was an actual arts publication. Not about gossips nor society press. “I know your work,” she continued before I could respond. “The Queens industrial series? I found your site last year and completely fell in love with it.”

"Just give me back the necklace." Isabella shook her head. "I don't need any of that." "Then what do you want?" Isabella feigned a thoughtful expression, then a cruel smile spread across her face. "I want you to get on your knees and beg me for it." "What?" "Kneel. Apologize for how you've treated me. And then beg me to give you the necklace," Isabella's eyes glinted with malice. "You were so awful to me before. Now it's your turn to beg."

However, my mother was a prideful heiress, and she immediately realized that some manipulative wolf in sheep’s clothing had set her up. Without even bothering to defend herself, she grabbed the crying girl and slapped her twice on the right side of her face. “I never did. I’ll do it now.” The manipulative witch’s entire face became so swollen that she looked like a pig. She even cried like one. The crowd was livid, but they could do nothing about it. Someone leaked information about this, and her image as a bully became even more set in stone. Those who liked her loved it, and those who hated her despised her even more.