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She asked. “What kind of dark things do you have in your mind? Tell me all of them.” He whispered in her ears while tightening his hug. Sofia had never been a dark minded person before. She had a good childhood and a relatively healthy upbringing and personality so wishing destruction and death upon someone never crossed her mind. It was until she was killed. In her mind, she asked herself, what would Gilda do? What would this vengeful black widow archetype she has created do? And the answer was simple. She wanted to destroy him until there’s nothing but ashes.

My body seemed to go into shock as I became paralyzed, hanging low from the noose. Tears poured down my cheeks and I gasped for breath as the lack of oxygen was making my lungs burn. My vision was getting blurrier as I began to lose touch with reality. It was slow and agonizing. The faint sound of clapping and cheering was all I could hear as my life slowly slipped away from me. "Goddess Selene please hear my prayer. Give me a second chance at life to make my enemies pay, to get that which is rightfully mine but this time, please make me the Villainess......." I prayed internally as everything suddenly faded to black.

I squint as I snap my fingers, and as soon as I did, I claimed the object and gave Claudius comfort once more so that he was able to kill everyone around him and save the Alchemist. “I'm surprised that the diamond I've been attempting to grow has developed into a lovely young lady, Wiccer, or should I say Lady Rominus, and that you can never kill me, Claudius.”

"Yes, pay attention, because on the night of the winter solstice, the mirror will be open to all, and Czar Koschei can come through. And he will come through, too, unless Vasilisa can get here first and close him out." "Vasilisa?" said Cassandra blankly. "Vasilisa is my mistress and a princess and the greatest sorceress of her time," the owl told her. "But she's been cursed, captured, entrapped, transformed, imprisoned, and who knows what else! And it depends on you to save her because she's the only person who can close the Entrance!" The owl flapped her wings as if in great frustration then she swept Cassandra with a gaze from eyes like golden lumps. "Will you help me? Will you lift a hand

My grandmother listens as if she has found something worth studying. “It applies to my personal life and my position at Blackwood. I am elegant, and my strength lies in mystery. To navigate life, I possess the wisdom of a serpent and a venom for danger,” she concludes. “A venom for danger!” my mother bursts into laughter. “And as wise as a serpent,” my grandmother adds, entertained. “You must have been in danger before. Strengthen your venom with this ,” my mother says, handing her champagne before leaving to attend to visitors. “You’re such a gothic blessing,” my grandmother chuckles. “I always thought to survive danger, don’t try to be innocent. Bite those who bite you, or they’ll trample

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.

“I don’t have the power to take revenge… I can’t even afford a lawyer to fight for me…” “I already told you,” he stepped closer, his voice steady. “I have the power.” He stretched his hand toward me. “Join hands with me. Together, we can burn their world down. You’ll get everything you lost back… and make Ethan and Lila beg for mercy.” “By marrying you…” I said slowly. “For just one year,” he replied. “After your revenge is done, you walk away.” I stared at his outstretched hand. If I jump… Ethan and Lila win. If I live… I fight.

If she didn't complete the blood-oath now, if she didn't press the obsidian stone into his heart, the reconstruction wouldn't even have to kill him, the ocean would do the job for him. The girl from the tank appeared out of the shadows of the flooding corridor, her black, obsidian skin blending into the darkness until only her glowing eyes were visible, she didn't move toward the reconstruction, instead, she stood between the two men, her head tilting with a chilling, mechanical curiosity. She looked at Verina, then at the ring, and then at the two faces of Silas Vane, her mouth curving into a slow, terrifying smile that suggested she was the one who had finally designed this trap.

The Revenant raised their hands to defend, ice forming in complex patterns. Kael crawled through the chaos. Nobody noticed him. Too small, too weak to be a threat. He reached the Revenant’s feet and grabbed an ankle. Golden light exploded from his hands. The Revenant screamed. Their form flickered, the fog-like quality burning away. What remained was human. A woman, maybe fifty, with grey hair and eyes that burned with fanatic intensity. And the bone crown wasn’t a crown at all. It was part of her skull. Grown into the bone. Fused permanently.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.