The Evil Echantress

The Evil Enchantress By: Merence Iana They remember the glitter. The moans. The lace barely hanging from her hips. They remember the way she smiled through the shame. The whispers called her p****k, malandi, the slut with ambition. They made her the villain. But no one ever asked how she got there. No one remembered the nights she sat quietly in the back of a smoky bar, untouched, unnoticed. That she once waited in line like everyone else. That she used to sip watered-down drinks and dream of being seen—really seen. That all she ever wanted… was to feel satisfied. But her? She was never built for normal. She was built for chaos. For eyes that dared and lips that lied. She wasn’t made to blend in—she was meant to ignite. They crowned her sinner because it was easier than asking what they did to push her there. They wrote her off as dangerous. As disposable. But her? She never asked to be the story. She simply became it. And now that she is— She’ll make damn sure the world remembers every last page. Even if she has to carve it into their memory… In heels, and glitter, and fire.