" Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? "
The root of all evil, the Queen of Wickedness; The Evil Queen, whose real name is Grimhilde, spoke the words of the sentence that started it all. The attempted murder, the poisoned apple, a comatose princess, and her prince kissing her awake to start her happily ever after, and for the Evil Queen's grim path to start.
But, prior to being trapped into a mirror, she wedded the Good King and gave birth to two children, both daughters named Raven and [ name ] Queen. Raven, as you know, inherited her father's good nature and traits, turning down any chances of evilness within a heartbeat, unlike her sister. [ name ] took every chance to commit such cruel things, spewed out honest yet brutal words, and casted spells that were dangerous. The sisters were each other's opposite, puzzles that fit complete each other, they were their embodiment of Yin and Yang.
Now, the Evil Queen trapped in the mirror, Snow White reigning fair as usual, a new school year beginning, and a new rebellion starting and writing its own chapter. It was a surprise for Raven to see her sister enroll in the middle of the semester, especially when she knew how much [ name ] loathed being around people in the higher part of the hierchy. [ name ] had a scheme plotting for Ever After, Aesop, this school year is about to get heated.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.