Cruel Intentions 4 Novels & Stories

Well, I know what they think and even if I didn't, I would know as soon as I turned around. The second car stopped behind ours and from there, four men pull Celeste out of the car, who struggles and sometimes even manages to hit several faces. I hide a laugh when I see her in a nervous scene as they carry her to the plane. Really wild... "Let go of me you imbecile!" — He screams trying to get free, the rest comes out all in Portuguese, which I don't understand at all. Their debates continue, moving both their secured legs and their also trapped arms. I fear if they will be able to climb the stairs, but that was not the problem, it was getting her on the plane.

Giovanni Dela Vin, the man that I feared would ruin my plan is here, infront of me, crying and looking at me with those sorrowful eyes of his. Don't get swayed, Gabriella. I whispered to myself and pinch my skin to stop myself. Giovanni just stood there and looked at me. It was the longest minute of my life but I needed to do this. My anger—all the pent up anger I had wasn’t for him. Giovanni was just a pawn I needed to start my plan and that is to eliminate his father. I promised to myself…I promised to myself that if I needed to eliminate him to be successful on my plan then I will do it—I will fucking do it without having any regrets yet, just one look and I know I can’t.

Alvin scream and both Sara and Brandon eyes become wide. "DON'T YOU DARE TO SCREAM AT ME, YOU FUCKING PEICE OF SHIT. YOU ALL ARE A BRAINLESS AND ONE DAY YOU ALL WILL CRY. AND YOU BRANDON AND SARA I PRAY TO GOD YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR OWN PUP. NEITHER OF YOU." Everyone looks toward Allen who is breathing hard now. "Don't worry your dear cousin and his dear mother will go to hell. They will crying in their whole life." Sara is now crying but Allen refused to actually consciously thinking about her. She actually deserve this.

', her crest fallen, despondent and heart wrenching sobs soon evaded the entire space as the ruthless monster kept gaping at her pathetic whimpering state with cold eyes and dead heart, heart that has turned numb with iciness of abhorrence, yet lips sealed to dare to yell at her again, say how much he is desperate to ruin her, that he still wants to claim her body. No, she's trying to manipulate you through her tears, don't fall for her facade of innocence... she's a fucking slut to first seduce you then play the reverse the Uno card. And for this, she deserves every inch of your hate!, his evil mind snickered as if trying to whitewash the crime he was about to commit!

I adjusted the filter. Narrowed the time frame. Hours passed across the screen in seconds. Data compressing. Simplifying. And then.. It appeared. A spike. Small. Sharp. Gone almost as quickly as it came. I froze. There. I replayed it. Slowed it down. Watched it again. It didn’t belong. The rest of the data was smooth. Controlled. Predictable. But this.. This broke the pattern. “What is it?” Aiden asked.

I asked. "Thelma North" she said. "I, Lucian Van Othello, Alpha of the Black Blood pack, rejects you, Thelma North as my mate" I said. She bowed with a huge smile on her face. "I accept your rejection, Alpha" she said. I turned around and left. I was mad, upset, annoyed... Which other word would I use to describe what I was feeling now? "Hey, I was waiting for you. My leg is hurting" Modred said to me. He saw that I was angry. He immediately knew what happened.

"You're a heartless jerk." "Thank you." "I'm serious. That woman thinks you care about her and you're just using her to manipulate your stepsister." "And you drugged George five years ago. We're both doing terrible things for the people we love. Don't judge me." Claire laughed despite herself. "Fair point. I just didn't realize you were this calculating." "I've had five years to plan this. Five years of watching Kristine with other men. Five years of being invisible to her. I'm done being patient. Done playing nice."

" She giggled, the sound sharp and jarring in the quiet room. "That night in the warehouse, we put the call on speaker. She was barely conscious but still used every last bit of strength to scream your name. And guess what you told her? 'You can forget about going home.'" She broke into a jagged, hysterical laugh. "My brother, Jaxton, couldn't even listen anymore. He asked how you could be so cruel to your own fiancee. "It was him who took pity on Sylvia and specially brought in four Rogues, saying he wanted to let her feel the warmth of a real male. Sylvia wept like her soul was breaking the whole time."

she replied. Her voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. ⸻ They stood there, inches apart, both breathing a little too carefully. ⸻ “You think blood means loyalty,” she said. “I think loyalty means loyalty,” he corrected. ⸻ “And if her intentions were good?” He didn’t hesitate. “Intentions don’t erase lies.” ⸻ That landed somewhere deep. Because wasn’t that exactly what she’d done? She hadn’t told him immediately either. She had hesitated.

“Are you serious? After everything, you think you can just force me?” “Deadly serious,” he said, staring me down like I was some deal he was sealing. “You belong with Cameron. You’re going to apologize to your mother for the pain you caused her. She’s heartbroken, Elena! You will go upstairs and do what’s right.” I blinked fast, trying to hold back the tears burning behind my eyes. “You want me to apologize? For choosing my own life?” “You humiliated this family!” he shouted, slamming a fist on the desk. “You were raised better than this.”