Cruel Intentions Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"Who said this would be easy? The queen was clearly pleased with him yesterday, and today he's dead. He didn't even last twenty-four hours. She's so brutal—how are we supposed to win her over?" "It's impossible. We'll never make it back home. We might as well wait here to die!" Only I remained as calm as before, replaying everything that had happened the day before. The company had organized an overseas trip. Then the plane crashed. When we opened our eyes again, we had all transmigrated into a novel as challengers. Our target was the story's female lead—the Queen Rara McKayla. She ruled the world, peerlessly beautiful, yet notoriously mercurial. History recorded countless examples of her cr

“It sounds like you've adjusted pretty well to the world you never wanted. - She broke the silence with bitterness in her voice. “Some things happen. - I say and feel a pain in my throat. Lucca Berruti, the man who hates me to infinity, glares at me. His face tightens and he takes a step forward, but I don't move a finger back. He's shorter than me by a few inches, but now in heels, I look a lot taller. Just lower my gaze, staring at him. “I refuse to believe that Gabriel was fooled by a fake like you. - Spit out the words. — She cried at having to marry Kaanadan but seems incredibly happy next to him.

“I’ve been trying to hold myself since it was your wish. But I got angry after seeing you and Shawn together. I tried so many times to claim you as mine, but somehow, you always get the better of me by giving excuses. I know you feel the same thing I feel for you. I see the way you steal glances at me and the way your body reacts whenever I lay my hands on you.” He said. So he knew I always stared at him, yet he didn't say anything. “No, I don't stare at you,” I told him. “Is that so?” He asked, leaning forward. “Yes. And my body doesn't react like that for you. That's the way my body reacts to everything.” I told him. I knew I was lying to myself. Every way I reacted was because Frederick m

Amelia's pov. Just as I requested, the novels were brought for me. I was glad that she did as she promised, and immediately she brought she novel, she packed the trey away. My eyes lingered on the cover, and I used my fingers to trail it as I stared at what the cover showed. A gasp left my lips, and I sighed, opening to the first page which told me it was an erotical book. Pressing my lips together, I sighed wanting to hide everything I was feeling. My heart was pumping hard, and at the first sight, my eyes couldn't stop darting around the lettered lines.

Hello again lovely readers, Welcome to A Cruel Fate: Her Gamma's Regret! If you are joining again for this third and final book in this trilogy, welcome back! For those of you who read the first two books, Dillon and Zoe's story was happening concurrently in the timeline with the other two so we are going back in time a bit, but rest assured, this book will take us beyond book two, to the end of the line for the wolves or Dark Fae. Only time will tell who prevails.

Cold, greasy food scraps, coffee grounds, and stinking chunks of meat poured over me. “Fuck!” I shouted, jumping back and wiping the filth from my face. My eyes burned with humiliation. Lumi and her friends shrieked with laughter. “Look at her. Now she looks like what she is on the inside too. A pile of shit,” Lumi cackled. “What are you staring at, nobody? Want to hit me? Go on, try. My father is the pack’s beta. Touch me and they’ll skin you alive and throw your mother into the woods.”

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.

One has to pay the price if you manage to turn a good, innocent man into a monster, right? "Why are you back? To make him fall for you all over again." The woman asked harshly. I would have laughed right at her face if I wasn't tired already. The night is drawing near, and the howling from the werewolves won't let me be. I smile brightly at her face and turn to walk away, but she caught my wrist, which actually surprised me, and pulled me back roughly. I was suddenly out of breath, and I felt my wolf threatening to emerge. I gritted my teeth to keep it in as I snatched away my hand from the vicious lady. Now I'm mad. Get your hands away from me; you think I will be here if I have any ill in

The inside job felt like the final crack in their already fragile world, turning allies into potential enemies and making every shadow feel like a threat. The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the group like a knife through flesh. Marcus’s eyes met Elara’s with raw vulnerability, the tech heir who had once seemed untouchable now looking broken by the revelation. Elara reached out instinctively, her hand squeezing his arm in a brief moment of comfort. The touch was innocent, born from shared pain, but it sent a spark of extreme jealousy through Jax that ignited like gasoline on fire.