Baroness Cruella Mga Nobela at Kwento

A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her lip. Cruella, still not realizing who he was, glared furiously at him. “Who do you think you are, hitting me like that?!” she shouted. But several customers recognized Mark immediately—they knew he was the CEO of Asdorf Win’s Corp. One by one, they murmured that Cruella was an absolute fool. Now, panic spread across Cruella’s face. She couldn’t believe that Maria—the woman she had mocked as a poor, small-town nobody—was actually married to a powerful CEO.

“It does the job justice, Lady Persephone. We laugh and I throw a pillow in it, which soon closes the door. I turn my gaze back to the piece and smile. What are you up to, Kaanadan? *** It really is a flashy party. The big house that welcomes us is a typical Italian mansion, with all the rustic details and the beauty of the beige stone pillars. The green garden is illuminated and the stone walkway takes us to the center of the party, what is a... nightclub? Celina, dressed as a witch, looks at me with the same surprise, and then I see Marga, dressed as Catwoman, shaking Silvério's hand. I see how tense she is, not unlike Jud, dressed as a fairy godmother, who sticks to her.

Camilla, though, looks straight through me, her gait like a snake’s. I scoff under my breath. Fifteen minutes. Did I really expect anything to change? “Girls! You kept us waiting too long,” says Carlo, getting to his feet. “I’m starving.” Camilla laughs lightly. It’s more mocking than anything, but her voice is polite when she remarks, “You have a lovely house, Don Carlo.” Carlo grins widely. “I’d ask you to stay, but I think the Russell estate is more charming.” She snickers. That sound doesn’t belong to Carlo. It doesn’t belong here.

Let's just say my will to live has dramatically decreased in the last twenty-four hours. But I made a promise to Diego—that I wouldn't give up, that I'd do whatever it takes to get back to him. That's if they don't end up killing us both. Celeste casually places the cigar back between her lips, igniting it with a flick of her lighter. Clad in a cozy sweater and cardigan that somehow doesn't have a single drop of blood on them, she looks like a gentle, old woman, but she is anything but. Diego tried to warn me about her cruelty, but I had no idea she was this fucked up. She makes Cruella De Vil look like a fucking saint, and she skins puppies for fur coats.

God, how I hate her. The car stops, and Richard looks out of the window and shakes his head slightly. The door opens for him, and he gets out of the car and walks around, opening my door. He offers me his hand, and I take it. I look around, and I can’t believe this is the house he grew up in. The massive, big garden in the front and I bet in the back. The front door opens, and Cruella walks towards the stairs wearing a white suit with a jacket and skirt. The woman looks like a personification of money and power. We walk towards her, and she smiles at Richard avoiding looking at me.

Roaring, she marched at me but tripped over the stone, falling into the mud face-forward. Remy yelped, stressing that the vampire had gotten more hurt, but I shushed him straight away. Instead of worrying about her physical condition, I laughed. I laughed, especially when she rolled over and tilted her head up, wiping the mud out of her face. Half of her hair was covered in a dark brown sticky mixture of earth and water, while the other half of her hair was still platinum blond. And I couldn't help it but laughed loudly because she looked exactly like the very famous villain. "Karma got right back at you, Mrs Cruella De Vil." I mocked her through guffaw and tears.

"Listen up, class! Mr. Zane Atlantis here is going to be your new teacher. He is a professor, and I hope you will be able to lean from him." "Oh, he can teach me all night!" A girl suddenly yelled and Mrs. James rolled her eyes. She looked like she had been expecting the reaction, as the rest of the girls giggled, a few just staring at him like they were watching prey. Alpha Zane said nothing and the woman spoke up again. "Detention, Bonnie. Now for the rest of you, I would like you to behave. You do not want to give Zane the impression that all of you are some kind of starved little girls now, will you?"

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She wasn't here to bargain with the Franzels, but instead, she was there to remind them that she was no longer the weak person that they had always been her as. "This bitch—” Scarlet said angrily as she got up, her claws ready to tear Sandra down, but Sandra just stared at her body like she had better things to do than to be here with them. "Shut up, and sit. The Fuck Down,” Sandra said, her voice coming out in growls, as her nails elongated and tuned into werewolf claws. Her eyes were golden, like a true luna’s eyes. Without saying another word, Scarlet Framzel instantly shut up, and sat down like she was commanded to, an action that shocked everyone at the table but not more than Aztec Mar

"Okay, boss ..." The two of them walked out quietly. But before the two of them really came out, the door to Lester's room opened wide and revealed a woman with a face full of sweat. Even her blonde hair looked wet in places. Her bright blue eyes stared intently at Lester, who was now raising an eyebrow. "Lester! Are you really going ?!" .