"Charming!" I yell, not even worrying somebody will hear me. "Charming! No!". He can't be gone. No, this can't be happening. The apple must have been poisoned. I press two fingers against his neck and search for a pulse. It takes me a couple seconds, but it is there. I sigh in relief. "Thank god" I whisper. Then I realize what is happening. He's under a sleeping curse. A curse that was meant for me.
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Villainous Heroes - Snow White
Short StoryHey! I started this story a while ago (September I think) but I've decided to scrap that version and re-wrote it. Sorry about the EXTREMELY short chapters and shortness of the book in general nut it was for school and I had a deadline, and I decided...
