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said Wilson who was finding it hard to not to wring this woman's neck , if only he had a mana matching her's " surely , there is no need to degrade yourself in such a way and didn't you want to marry the Crown Prince? why don't you abstain ?" " Wilson , darling " said Jezebel as she touched her face in the mirror quite happy with the youthful look " Tenebris is the lord of crime , lust and taboo , everything that Etah condemns . By drowning myself in lust and enjoying my life instead of whining and getting angry about your and that old woman's failure , am I not showing my decency where am I degrading myself ? " Her tone changed from soft pitch to a dual evil tone , and when she turned aroun

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

They wanted her back in their arms, with a smile on her face just like the one she always flashed and enchanted them every time. "Yes, I can," Martha nodded, "I need to reverse the spell I had put around her years ago and chained down her feral before it could even evolve, I need to reverse it so that she can once again be who she was and always meant to be. A vampire, the daughter of the strongest vampires to ever exist in the world— Jasmine Doloris Winchester."

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.

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”

And if Victor had really tricked her and taken everything she worked so hard to build— He was going to pay. But how? She looked around the house, her house, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. Even her reflection in the mirror looked like a stranger. Too trusting. Too soft. She walked into the bathroom, splashed water on her face, and dried it slowly. "Get up, Lyriel," she whispered to herself. "You have a company to run." When she left the house, dressed in a calm beige suit, her face gave nothing away, but her mind was racing. She drove straight to her company, ready to take back her power . Or at least pretend she still had it.

Then I saw them drifting back toward each other. And I knew I could not let that happen. I had died. I had lost everything. I had become someone else. I would not let it be for nothing. So I came back as Cassandra Craven. And this time, I will finish my revenge. The evidence would not hold forever. The DNA test would expose everything. Before that happened, Valeria had to die. Her death would be the first blow. Then I would release everything. The photos. The videos. The lies that would bury Eren Daelmont under his own reputation.

Every polished surface becomes her ally, every reflection a listening ear, and she wields prophecy like a jewelled dagger pressed to the throat of anyone who doubts her claim. Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore — Pale as frost at dawn, with eyes the colour of dark wine spilled across snow, Velarissa radiates an unsettling hush. She rarely speaks above a murmur, yet rooms fall silent the instant she enters. Palace rumours insist she once reduced a rival to dust without baring a single fang—only a soft exhale of power, colder than midnight. Where Cassandra thrives on spectacle, Velarissa rules through dread.

Several minutes later, a black mass materialized and a hunched figure stood in place of the black mass. “Tche, ruthless as ever, Hazel!” and a female hoarse voice came out from the hunched figure and with a wave of her hands, time seemed reversed and the earlier moment from when Hazel was talking appeared in front of the hunched figure. The woman was silent for a moment before she clicked her tongue and mockingly stated, “what is making you confident Hazel? Do you think that you can actually beat me? But heh, since you have sent such an interesting challenge, then I guess I will stop my pursuit and wait to see you becoming a joke. Haven’t you always wanted to make a name for yourself in fron