Books Like Feathers So Vicious Novels & Stories

concrete and betrayal. The hum inside me roared answer. I let the feather fall; it settled an inch above the grate, like a fly on a feather that resisted gravity, swirling slowly like a compass needle seeking north. Seeking me. Footsteps on the stair inside my building heavy, unhurried, climbing. The vibration ran through the iron rail and into my bones. They’d found me, again. I gazed at the feather, at the alley, at the roofline, where the moon hung like a hunted thing. No choices, only directions. I stuffed the feather into my pocket heat branding my thigh and swung down the ladder, rungs rattling. Halfway down to the ground, the bulb in the alley exploded too, showering me with glitteri

She stepped in front of him, glaring up at me like a furious cat bristling its fur. "Finn, what are you yelling for? Look at how you frightened him! He's just nervous and wants a cigarette. Do you have to be so aggressive?" She spoke with such righteous indignation, as if I were the one making trouble for no reason. What a touching little scene—beauty rushing to protect the fool. Too bad I wasn't the clueless idiot I had been in my last life. "Lisa! Get a grip! This isn't a joke!" I stared at her shielding that imbecile and let out a cold laugh inside, though on my face I feigned anxiety and helpless frustration.

His Stormy eyes were filled with fire, hatred, resentment, guilt, and last but not the least bitterness. And if I have to Combine all those feelings in one word than it would be, Jealousy. Carlos Vincent was jealous. He was that jealous of that made up character that he could easily burn this room down with just the look in his eye. Damn Celine! You are in trouble. Xx__xX

I was now my own person, free from her grasp and no longer afraid. Dusting off my skirt first, I turned and started to make my way around her as she started boiling over, her face red and her hands trembling as her claws started to grow. I could feel Ivy’s trembling form following close behind me, her face pale as she watched the Duchess she grew up working for, fight against her inner animal to Shift and attack me then and there.

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.

It was a wonderful sight that Shane could not look away from it and stopped joining the clash. As soon as the feathers made a contact with anything, it exploded like a poison bomb. The mana and the health of the angels that inhaled the gas coming from feathers deteriorated big time. And then in just a matter of seconds, their heads exploded because of too much air pressure in their brain. Lust seductively wrapped her arms around Raphael's shoulders. Her body started emitting strong scent that could arouse men or even create illuasions.

My dress glides down my body, pooling around my feet on the floor. The feel of a feather runs across my skin alongside the feel of the leather gloves gliding across my body. As I feel myself relax, everything and everyone slips away from my mind. “Guests are here.” Jackson’s voice is quiet in my ear. I want to see. I am not sure why, but I want to see him. Maybe it is best I don’t though. The sting of the whip hits my ass, making me jump. One of them grasps my breasts tight. I feel ice running down them, the whip hitting harder again.

Du's daughter, both unreasonable. "Try touching her again and you will be dead meat." Diane told her, even me was shocked because of what she said. "See?! See how cruel they can be?! They can kill innocent people because of their temperament!" Feroah yelled out loud. I shook my head. There's no evidence, we don't need to be afraid. "I can kill you if I want to, I am also wondering why I kept on stopping myself from doing so. You could be the one who's laying down there if I wish." With Diane's words, Feroah stepped backwards.

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

I scream until my throat hurts and I can taste blood in the back of my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see something flitting at the corner of the roof like the wind was spinning around in a little tornado stuck in that corner. Pieces of trash were flitting around as well, but I ignored those as I walk over to investigate. I bend down to pick up the small delicate feather that caught my attention. This feather is all too familiar as it matches the light blue, almost grey of Divina's wings. This can’t be a coincidence. I bring the feather up to my nose and smell it. It’s scent bringing me to my knees. It’s her. She’s alive. Goddess, she’s alive. I don’t care if anyone can see or he