"What's the matter, angel? Scared of the dark?" PORTUGUÊS: http://w.tt/1UXHmmZ CZ: http://w.tt/1SCIHC4 Türkçe: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/TpS3oMpauz العَرَبِيَّة: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/FAsGKisB5D [my original storyline, do not repost] started summer 2015 HIGHEST RANKING: #1 Supernatural #39 FanFiction #1 Devil 031717: hit 1m reads

I'm not who they think I am. A docile girl who meekly obeys her stepmother and stepsisters. Some kind of sick angel who cheerfully bears their mistreatment. That's what I WANT them to think. Because then they won't suspect what I'm really up to. The ball, the prince - it's all part of my plan to come out on top. Stepmother and her demented daughters will pay for every floor I have scoured, every sneer I have borne. They don't know about the white magic, how I use it to enhance myself. They can't see that my heart is black as midnight, rotten as a poisoned apple. They're about to find out.

What if you were born with magical powers? Of course you'd show it off. The world Luna Decomal lived in didn't had these powers. It was a pretty normal place, and didn't have anything unusual. So she had to hide them. Out of any other things, her magic could be destructive but useful. If you saw it, you'd call it dark and beautiful. Dark. That's how she gotten her powers. The black magic witch Nasca didn't like her parents. She didn't know why. One day, Nasca was killed and somehow before she died, she put all her black magic inside of Luna. Nasca thought that she would be evil too. Well guess what? Maybe. Or yes. This story belongs to me.