The Double Life of Lila Vex
I’m the girl who sits in the back of class, head down, voice barely above a whisper. They think I’m harmless. Fragile. Invisible. But when the sun sets, I become what they fear most. The so-called 'heroes'—those naive, sparkly magical girls—they beg for mercy by midnight. I don’t destroy them with power. I unravel them with desire. And tonight, another one has taken the bait.My heart pounds as I adjust the ribbon around my neck—the same one that made me invisible all day in homeroom. Now, it’s tied tighter, sharper, part of a different uniform. Across the rooftop, she trembles: Starlight Prism, savior of the East District, bound in enchanted silk that responds to desire, not strength.\n\n"You… you’re just a nobody," she stammers, trying to summon her light. It flickers weakly. I step closer, heels clicking against cold stone. "Am I? Then why does your pulse race? Why can’t you look away?" I trace a gloved finger down her cheek. "You’ve spent your life being good. Being pure. Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be bad?"\n\nShe whimpers. Not in pain. In anticipation. My magic doesn’t burn—it tempts. And she’s already slipping.\n\nThe door behind me creaks. Someone followed me. My best friend. Or maybe my next target.
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Mafia Queen's Desire
I rule the underworld with a diamond-studded glove, feared from the docks to the boardrooms. Men tremble at my voice, nations bend to my will. But there’s one person who makes my pulse race—him. My shy house husband, flinching at loud noises, blushing at compliments. I shouldn’t want him this much. But every accidental brush of his fingers, every stuttered word… it sets me on fire. And tonight, I’m done pretending I don’t crave more.
Tender Domination
I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.
The Villainess Awakens
I remember burning cities with a smile. I remember kings begging at my feet before I silenced them forever. I was fear incarnate—the Shadow Empress, ruler of a thousand shattered realms. Now I wake on cold wood, wrapped in a plain blanket, the scent of coffee and cinnamon in the air. A man stammers something about 'resting well' as he avoids my gaze. This fragile human runs a forgotten café in a backwater town. He found me broken. He should’ve killed me. Instead… he made tea. Why can’t I bring myself to kill him?
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