Prologue

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PROLOGUE.

Women were always perceived as the docile creatures of society. 

We were the ones with the plump lips and child bearing hips, the ones they claim do nothing more than watch chick flicks and talk about our feelings while eating our weight in ice-cream and filling up buckets with our tears. 

We were the ones who were expected to dress appropriately, be eloquent in our speech , act mannerly and have an air of sophistication. We were expected to be the damsel in utter distress waiting for someone to come around and save us, constantly. The ones who tends to the house, husband and frolic around at the grocery store wearing a cashmere sweater and giggling with her friends about that wonderful new book she has been reading.

Bullshit. All Bullshit.

Women are much stronger than a simple stroll through the grocery store and we are definitely much smarter and have much more to offer than a warm body and I would like to think I was living proof of that.

I was the pinnacle of what I thought a woman should be yet it was quite ironic that no other woman would dare take a stroll in my shoes.

Probably because I was very impractical and mainly wore heels.

In their eyes I was an outsider to the group of people who possessed a vagina. An otherworldly exception to all the etiquette and poise. My name was the one that was whispered shamefully by bashful broads in the grocery store and cursed by police officers because I was simply an unattainable enemy.

My name was the one used to scare small impressionable kids  so they would be home before the street lights came on and some even go as far as to say I was the person lurking in the deepest part of  your hearts shadow the one you suppress, the person you never want to become. 

That voice that influenced you to do wrong.

I was one of those persons many wish didn't exist and in some demented way I was fine with that but unfortunately here I was living,breathing and allegedly latching on to the lives of the innocent. 

Truly iconic if you ask me.

The legend was that that you would never know when I was coming but when I did, you wouldn't live to tell the tale.

And I loved every bit of it.

 Vixen Devilena La'cante was said to be everyone's worse nightmare. 


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The names and likeness of these characters are based solely off of the writers imagination please do not scheme anything together and think otherwise. The places in this story may or may not be real so please do not plan your next vacation in one of the places named in the story because you will be very disappointed. Please note that I am not a murderer or assassin this is a fictional story and I'm not in any way shape of form walking around killing people like flies. Amen? Amen.

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