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“Please leave my mother out of this. She worked hard for your sons. In fact, they are happy my mother is there to take care of them instead of you doing it. I am not doing anything wrong, Mrs. Mavkos, and I harbor no ill intentions toward Jagger or his brothers.” “Ha! You can't fool me, you tramp!” She poked my forehead aggressively, pushing it back. I slapped her hand away and glared at her sharply. She looked absolutely incredulous at my defiance. “You seem to forget that you’re just an uneducated maid. Do you really think people like us will ever accept you? Do you honestly believe you are worthy of any of my sons? There is only one woman suited for them, and that is Madison Hart, known a

In order to balance power, the kingdom was divided into three other sublet with Golden city controlling the center and the Luna Trial implemented in order to rotate power between the most powerful maiden in the kingdoms. I turned to say something to the woman but a sudden sharp pain pierced through my chest. "Argh!!" I screamed, grabbing my chest as I fall to the floor. The woman rushes to me immediately, and clutches me. "The crisis," She says, signalling to the maids. "It has returned." I clutched her arm, pain tearing through my insides. "What do you mean crisis?" She looked back at me in surprise. "Your Madness, Elena. It has begun."

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

The teacher said as she walked around the classroom explaining. I couldn't focus. All I could think about was Edward and Chloe. The two of them had practically announced their relationship to the entire school and everyone couldn't keep their eyes off them. "I can control my wolf. I am blessed by the moon goddess and destined to be more than a Luna." Madison said as she winked at Kael before she closed her eyes summoning her wolf. She was the strongest female in the school, no doubt. Her family were full of strong werewolves who had their loyalty to our father. It was no secret that she thought of herself as the next Wolf Queen.

She turned to Arah, grinning with a glint of madness in her red eyes, her hand raised ominously, just as she had done before. Fear gripped Arah’s throat as she struggled to get a clear view of Mabel, now forced to stand in front of the podium, facing her. Mabel tried to run, but a bride’s sharp nail dug into the side of her neck, freezing her in place. Mabel trembled, tears streaming down her face, her eyes pleading silently with Arah. Their friends were screaming from the back, and as the vampire bride leaned in, baring her fangs, Arah’s vision blurred. She swept her hands through the air, a fierce blast of wind tearing through the space, scattering the puppet guards like leaves.

“So tell me, what line would work on getting you down in my bed? How do I make you go out with me?” Zarah chooses that moment to speak up. “Pretty sure all your lines are going to suck, pal. If you want a woman to go out with you for a date, you should probably compliment her personality, not her crown jewels.” The mentioning of my so-called crown jewels makes Tobias look down, and soon he is leering like a creep while probably imagining touching them. “But Maddie’s body is so gorgeous it’s hard not to compliment it. She looks like a model, at least with clothes on. I haven’t gotten to judge her without them. Yet.”

Margaux didn't know where she got the energy to scream those words when her whole world was beginning to blur. Did Alberta really told this young woman to call her 'Mada'am'? How ambitious! Okay, it is given that her father trusted the old woman a lot, but... "She's nobody's Madam." slurred Margaux feeling her body growing heavier and heavier every minute. She couldn't fathom where her want to merge with the soft couch was coming from. However, her body, every part of it, just seemed to crave the comfort against her back. The sofa was suddenly heaven.

Through a somewhat blurry vision, Maria made out the outline of Ruth falling to her knees in front of a very confused Corey. "It was a spell," she whispered brokenly. "It was all a spell. You, thinking that I was your mate was a spell. I'm so sorry, Corey, I just wanted you so much." She sobbed. "You were such a good man and every woman wanted to have you. I had to make you mine before anyone else did." What the actual fuck? What The Fuck? She'd used a spell to make him think that she was his mate? How had she gotten her hands on magic as powerful as that? Why would anyone do such a thing?

He stood listening patiently as Madam Nora continued with her prophecy. "You will have everything once you never dare to dream of, and much more. You will be walking on gold. You can buy anything you want except one thing." The madam paused, her eyes gleaming uncannily. "Respectability. No matter how much money you'll have, you can never buy it. You belong to the darker side." She turned toward the door, where Arabella disappeared not so long ago. "That lass, she shall be setting her cap on you, and you won't be able to resist her charms, but there will be another one. Her devotion knows no bounds. You will be caught between them, two women who are equally important to you. You will be torn.

The way that Madam Dro’s gaze now seemed to follow me everywhere I went, despite not even having seen her since the day of our performance, made me fear otherwise; but I resolved not to let fear overrule common sense, or at the very least, hope. After all, there wasn’t really any sorcery in the world, was there? Madam Dro had her wiles, surely; and it was true that something about her had always struck me as… unnatural. But if magic truly did exist, and the tales once told to me by maiden Severo had been truth all along, or contained some glimpse at it, then what would magic have to do with one frightening, aristocratic woman who ran a glorified brothel for her wealthy friends’ entertainment