Cruel Intentions 4 Novels & Stories

His sharp eyes cannot be separated from the woman. "You better not bother too much thinking about what I'm going to do. Go back to university! Don't do this again or I'll confiscate all your favorite things." Lester said again seriously. The woman who was as high as Lester's chest puffed out her cheeks in disgust. "You can't do it!" She screamed irritably. Made the man in front of her let out a low snort. "You will know the consequences if you violate what I say." Lester said one last time before then the man resumed his delayed footsteps. Leaving the woman who was now staring at him with gleaming sharp eyes.

"What do you mean?" "I'm taking you to my house so you can take care of your pet yourself." Fear filled my heart like the blood that fills my veins. He was a murderer. “I'm not coming to your house or anything,” I said, my voice angry. "Stop that car right now." “No,” he said, his voice expressionless. "What is your intention?" I asked. "Kill me too because I saw you kill someone?" “I wouldn't take you home to kill you,” Edim said coldly. His dark gaze found me inside the car, strong enough to make my legs tremble. "If I had the intent to kill, I would have already killed in the presence of that bastard."

"Not true. I am willing to spare you if you give me what I want. Plus, as an added bonus, Diago, I will happily welcome you into my ranks if you open up the door. Clearly, you are the smartest out of the bunch." A silence filled the room beyond. Three other voices joined the conversation. Hissed and barked at each other. Diago was contemplating it. It sounded like Chris was crying. I rolled my eyes at them. Alejandro was stifling his laugh. He knew I would spare one of them. Kill the rest. Just until I got all the intel they could provide me. Then, our little chosen one would be thrown to the wolves. Literally. "And the rest of us?" A different voice asked.

I have no clue. Fear strikes again as I realise this is it for me; this is where I am being sold and made into a prostitute. I close my eyes for a couple of seconds when I am shoved into a make-believe elevator. I cling to the back wall as I am terrified right? I notice two more girls with me inside, and they have both been crying. Their make-up is smudged, and I wonder if mine loos the same. If my eyes make me look like a racoon. I keep getting shoved forward as soon as we get out of the elevator. And all of a sudden the alls have fresh paint and the walls are decorated, it looks like a fancy club. The girls walking next to me don’t look older than eighteen. My stomach turns at the thought

But not as much as seeing my sister’s face on the news. “- sources say she aided her lover in contacting these women and luring them into a trap where they would be subjected to a horrific time before being impregnated, beaten, and killed after the birth of the children. Although we have no actual word from the accomplice, local police say they’ll begin interrogation after she gives birth. How someone can be this cruel towards their fellow wolf is beyond my comprehension. The king of the northern wolf pack, the biggest pack in the world has decided to intervene and offer adi to the locals. Making this one of the biggest international scandals to hit the world since the infamous blood reaper

My Beta stood beside me and watched as I lifted the box. Inside the box contained basic items. A doll, ropes, and spoon. It all showed that there was someone here. There was also a note. But it was the label in front of the box that caught my attention. “Warehouse 54C” My beta read out loud. “What does that mean?” He asked. “Our next location,” I said, with a stern look.

Realization settled in. She fucked up. I leaned in, inhaling her scent, feeling the way her body trembled beneath me. My cock twitched, my wolf growling in satisfaction. Mine. The word clawed at my throat, but I didn’t say it. Not yet. “I’m sorry, honey,” I murmured, smirking. “But both you and your sister go nowhere.” She stiffened. Her face twisted in horror. “No—no, please,” she choked out, voice breaking. “Please, don’t do this. Just let her go. Take me instead. Just let her go!”

Erwin Keller sat on a fur couch. Three young shewolves sat around him. They were my cousin, Madison Browne, my colleague, Cynthia Tyrell, and my best friend, Mikaela Gaston. They all had on revealing fur dresses, and they were all smiling as if eager to please him. "Back already?" Erwin glanced up. "Perfect timing. The game just started." I dug my fingernails into my palms. Over the past few months, Erwin had slept with every shewolf close to me just to watch me fall apart.

Upon hearing his words, the woman turned her gaze towards him, pleading in front of him, "Please, she is too innocent. Leave her be. She does not deserve any of this." He chuckled again upon hearing her plea, dismissing her words entirely. He then instructed one of his men, Wren, to bring forth the boy. Wren, who was standing by his side, nodded and proceeded to depart from the scene. He turned his intimidating gaze towards the woman and asked her with a sarcastic tone, "It is you who caused her harm then, why do you pretend to care?"

the man declared firmly, while Sally's face turned into a grimace of displeasure, which she tried to simulate with a smile so as not to show her discomfort. Everything can be faked. Joy, pain, hatred, sickness, recovery... even love. Donald Sutherland.