Vanellope Von Schweetz From Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

But the smile wasn’t his. “To file a petition for parental rights over my child with Saoirse, of course.” The words gutted me. Pain tore through me, ripping a scream from my throat. “You’re a monster! Let Renzo go! Who are you?!” He chuckled darkly, leaning close, his hand sliding over my swollen belly. “Shh. I’m Vlad. It was easy to steal your mate’s body, with help from one of my dearest daughters—Halo. She, too, was rejected by an Alpha. Witches scorned are dangerous, you know.” His laugh was sharp, cruel.