Triump Stories

"Mom, Are you sure we are going the right way?" Asked Anera as the whole place looked different.

SOON! She is a mirror. A reflection of revenge. The cruelty of the cruel. A triumph no one can ever forget. And the beauty who can fair no one but herself. She is a Queen. Born royalty. Blue blooded majesty. Lifted herself high. And burry the blue sky. Blood comes in her hand. Mercy depends on her brand. She is a fire. She is a Foe. She is evil. Call her everything you want to say.. No one can beneath who ever she wants to slay. She is higher than an empire. Taller than the campfire. And smarter than the leopard. She is the doome of the Empire. She is Empress Magnum, the person who can give you pain you can't ever reject.

Penelope "Dot" Frost; Independent, vicious, vexatious, angry, stoic, quick-witted, smart-mouthed, lonely, and as some would suggest, insane. Everything eighteen-year-old Penelope loves is either gone or being snatched from her weakening grasp. She struggles to raise her sister under the heavy hand of her father, cope with loss that is way overdue and recently reminiscent, and the returning presence of a beloved, arrogant ex-best-friend that betrayed her trust, formally known as Blake Adams. With all of these things occupying her life, Penelope does what she can to hold onto her bearings. She has to make choices that will build her up and break her down. What, and who, will she choose? UNEDITED with MANY TYPOS, a few clichés, and PLOT HOLES (began writing this when I was 14, bare with me).* Read at your own risk. *There are stereotypes in this story that I have sense learned from. I've debated taking this story down to fix them, as I see how distasteful they are. I have yet to rewrite this story as I do not have the time, but please know that I have a different outlook on the world than I did 7 years ago.