Cruel Novels & Stories

LAUREN'S POV "I will not deny the fact that I am a cruel person, but I am only cruel to my enemies," my mate said as he addressed the pack members. His voice was deep and firm, reflecting the strength of his leadership. I admired him for his unwavering determination to protect our pack, even if it meant being ruthless towards those who posed a threat.

His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm. With a heart as cold and unforgiving as the icy depths of winter, Lefevre was not one to be crossed. His piercing gaze, as sharp as the edge of a blade, could strip a soul bare, exposing its deepest vulnerabilities and laying them open for exploitation. His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

Kriti nodded thinking about something. At the same time Kriti's phone got a message notification, she opened her phone and checked. she found that it was from her office, she frowned in irritation and she got angry when she read what that notification said. She cursed after reading the whole message, "Shit, this bitch, I will kill her once day." "What happened?" Sameer asked when she heard her cursing.

“That won’t happen. We both know about Celia. She is not that kind of girl who sleeps with her best friend.” “Best friend?” I yelled looking unbelievably. “How can she be best friend with that stranger? Does she forgot how cruel the world is?” “She believes that you are the most cruel person in the world right now.” I looked at him with -whose -fault - is -that -look and he nodded his head with -I -know -it’s – my -fault. “I still wanted to go and keep an eye on him.” I said trying to taking another sip which he stopped before it even reached my lips.

Only today did he realize that she hadn't been out wandering at all. She had been afflicted with the life-exchange curse. Staring at the motionless shewolf lying on the bed, Erwin felt like his heart was being torn apart. Even breathing felt difficult. He gripped Lara's cold hand tightly and pressed it against his chest. He felt mixed emotions inside him. Love and hate blurred into each other. He had hated her before, but now, he hated himself even more. What had he been doing all this time? Every single day, he had found new ways to torment her, to break her, and to misunderstand her. He never gave her the chance to end her own life.

Connor practically charged out of the venue. He didn't even bother to change out of the cumbersome formal attire. The old pier was surrounded by patrol vehicles. The air reeked of blood and a faint smell of silver rust that made every werewolf instinctively tremble with fear. It was a poison engineered for our kind, designed to prevent healing and amplify agony. It was a contraband so dangerous that it was strictly banned even on the black market. Chris stood at the entrance of a warehouse with his back against the flashing police lights, holding a transparent evidence bag.

Then, I saw what he did next, and it was pure madness. He laid the child Susie had given birth to right next to my body and cranked the sauna to an unbearable 180 degrees. My eyes were wide open in shock. Chester was trying to cook himself alive! The most shocking thing was that Chester, out of pure selfishness, had actually suffocated Susie's own child. I could only watch as the child was transformed into a mummy, just as I had been. At that moment, Chester pretended to scream, "Oh, my baby!"

It's like something else is controlling me I don't have time to register my elongating claws before I immerse them in her stomach and pull out her inside Her screams of pain are satisfying. I feel a deep hatred towards her that I don't understand. "You wanted a fight?" I hold her chin and allow my claws to dig deep until they're drawing blood. The woman whimpers, I stare at her trembling lips and smile. "Well, see you in hell, bitch" I murmur and rip out her throat. I don't stop, my claws dip in her chest and pull out her heart and I crash it on my palm. I only stop when her body is torn apart.

He turned to me with a cold, calculating gaze and ordered his warriors to seize me. I was bracing myself for the worst, anticipating a swift and brutal end to my own life. But to my surprise, he had something else in mind. His lips twisted into a cruel smile as he spoke: "You spoke to me rudely, and for that, you will suffer." He had me thrown into the darkest, most desolate corner of the prison, a place where the screams of the damned echoed endlessly off the walls. I lay there for what felt like an eternity, the silence broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.