Cruel Intentions Novels & Stories

After I am done I walk towards the guy, and he grabs the bag from me before he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him. “You’re kind of cute”, he says and I turn my face the other way while he sniffs my hair. He smells of tobacco and alcohol. I scrunch my nose. I close my eyes when I hear a glass breaking and I am thrown on the floor. I fall to my knees and before I can move I start hearing guns blasting. I crawl behind the counter and put my hands over my head as I watch Caroline do the same. She is crying and I feel my tears rolling down my face as well. People are screaming and kids crying. I feel bad for them, and they will need therapy after this.

This was all because of William's cruelty. "Why does this have to happen? Do I really deserve this?" Crista murmured through clenched teeth. "You are so cruel. You are not a human at all." "Now that you know, you'd better behave yourself. Be obedient and don't upset me." Obviously, what happened in the living room just now didn't matter to William.

She replied in a timid voice, scared of what was going to happen next. Her mistress, Ambrosia, was… a bit hard. If you could describe hard, as being a cruel, vicious, arrogant, proud, loathing, possessive, woman, who always got what she wanted by twisting the emotions, and feelings of the prince to suit herself, and always go to extreme length, to make sure that anybody who posed as a threat, to her achieving her goal, was, cleared off the path…then yes, Ambrosia was hard. Ambrosia scoffed, as she turned to face her maid fully, as she ordered,

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

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."

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.

She didn't want to be killed by Brandon after she gave birth! "Damn! I won't die being killed by you, you cruel and cunning Alpha!" "You are a fucking liar!" Rachel cursed Brandon in her heart. "You're so evil, Brandon! It turns out you're the most ruthless Alpha!" Rachel said to herself while feeling disappointed. Then she decided to run away from the castle without her belongings.

The air crackled with unspoken tension as I stormed toward Cameron, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. My hands curled into fists at my sides, my nails biting into my palms. He had no right. Noah had been nothing but kind to me, a rare source of steady comfort in the chaos of my life. And Cameron—vindictive, cruel Cameron—had deliberately targeted him just to remind me of my place.

he blurted out with a smile. Meanwhile, the young woman looked at him with satisfaction, knowing exactly how to act to get a man to lay the world at her feet, it was not the first time she would play that card, she looked at her father with innocence, although deep inside she felt compassion for him, not knowing who he was or what Lynnet Johnson was capable of. The only wolves we have to fear are the ones with human skin on? George R.R. Martin.