Is Malenia Evil Novels & Stories

She just reached out and grabbed her doll intimately, as if she was super scared to let it go. Helene laughed heartily when she saw her daughter's behavior. "What is it that you are constantly terrified of, my dear? Your doll will never leave you. Take a seat and let's eat. Melpomene could perhaps sit right next to you so you can keep a watchful eye on her," she proposed. Jasmine heeded her mother's instruction and positioned her doll on the empty seat next to her. She gripped her mother's hand, which surprised Helene, and shifted her gaze to her daughter, who was also clutching the doll's hands on the other.

"In Malia's mind, she thought if she could earn the Prince's favor, she could easily become the Empress. That much power and money to a commoner, it's like hitting a jackpot. She could bend everyone to her will. But as the rules would have it, only a noble or another royal can marry another royal. She was neither. A play thing so to speak. So when she found out that your father was going to be getting married, she seduced him into sleeping with her. Low and behold, she become pregnant. Thinking because she carried royal blood in her womb, she had a chance to claim the crown. But in the end she didn't, and thus was sent away." "No one really paid her any mind when she was banished, but when I

"She should have told me." "It's not that easy." "Why not!" He whispered angrily. "That woman is malicious. She does whatever she wants, whatever she desires. What little Melia told me is that she's a being who cares about nothing, and everything she does is out of whim." "And that whim has a name, Melia." "I don't think it's because of her, please, listen to her." "Today I learned many things, Helena. And one of them was that the bodies of my parents and siblings don't appear among the ones that were raised."

He seemed to weigh his options like a man guessing the depth of a frozen lake before stepping out onto it. Valen didn’t move. He didn’t blink. And that stillness was more terrifying than rage. Malchor lifted his chin slowly. “All I know,” he said, “is that we have no High Lady.” The words hung heavy in the air. Valen’s expression didn’t change. “Then say what she is.” The demand was sharp now, each syllable biting. Silence. And then: “Your mate. Your whore. The one you bed—it’s all the same,” Malchor said with a shrug, like that was the end of it.

I let her sit beside my bed and held her hand tightly. "I don't know anything at all. That's why my reaction was like that because it's you and Max. I don't want to lose you both just because of what Valimier did to you. And other than that, I thought she wouldn't do such a thing. She seems like a normal businesswoman who doesn't care about competition. That is why I lived like this. I only had my first enemy Vesna. So please believe me. Promise me, we'll do this together." Unexpectedly, Malia was not as soft as I am. She released her hand from my grip and looked at me frowning and was about to cry.

The vampire aristocrats who controlled almost the entire country. Immediately Malia grasped Leona's two hands, staring at her intensely –very intense. "Not everyone is like Irina," she said. "Maybe there are people who are more evil than Irina, but, please believe me. Those who want to get acquainted and befriend with you are good people, Leona." explained Malia at length. Without realizing it, her words sounded so loud. Make the class turn around and give all their attention to them —including the lecturer.

“She is the Princess of the Void, little brother. She doesn’t belong in your gilded cage, playing the part of a fake royal wh*r*. She belongs at the head of an army, bathing in the blood of the wolves who took her childhood. And that army is mine.” Malakai turned his bottomless black eyes to me, extending a hand covered in old, silver battle scars. “Come with me, Elena. Leave the prince of monsters to rot in this cave. Help me finish what we started tonight. Let’s wipe out the Vega line once and for all.” I looked from Malakai’s cold, drapieżny hand to Dominic’s pale, bleeding chest. I was standing between two monsters. One who wanted to use my magic to conquer a broken world, and one whose

Only a piece of the pool area could be seen. "Lo digo en serio (I'm mean it). Lo que Gael y su dulce esposa le hicieron a esos hombres, a Leonel, a Raymond, a todo el mundo; lo que nos hicieron... (What Gael and his sweet wife have done to these men, to Leonel, to Raymond, to everyone; what they have done to us...) Fue malo, incómodo y feo escuchar a un hombre como Raymond describirse a sí mismo como alguien tan débil (It has been bad, uncomfortable and ugly to hear a young man like Raymond describe himself as someone so weak), que se ha dejado influenciar por una mujer como esa (that he let himself be influenced by a woman like that), cuando sabemos que él no es débil, es la maldad actuando

“It's just the recent happenings. It's getting exhausting, I feel like we might soon be attacked after the Octavius pack.” “Why do you say that, Dad?” “I just got off a call with Melissa not long ago. She said a dark creature was sent to her pack. They were able to destroy it though.” “What? They were able to destroy a dark creature?” “Yes, they were able to do that. I told you she was special right?” “I just thought she had some gifts but it seems like she is extremely powerful. Dark creatures are feared and almost impossible to kill.” “Yes, they are. She is not just a gifted wolf. She is from a royal bloodline. She is the only direct descendant of King Dimitri that we know.”

Without much effort, Mother Lelyah used light magic to shoot a projectile right through the poor man’s eyes, killing him on the spot. “Hurry, the boars will clean this up. The life of a beast does not even compare to a single eichhorn, but at least it will return a part of what it took from the forest.” A monster. That is the only way I can describe her right now. Ruthless and powerful in a way I cannot even dream of deifying, she took the life of another person without even looking at him. The terror compels me to obey her command and, without looking back, I follow her steps back to the village.