Cruel Novels & Stories

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,

because Humans are worse than them. Humans who are ruling our world are worse than these creatures of God. Animals are much, far better than Humans because these humans broke me, snatched my everything, and threw me behind bars. I was a fighter. I was a survivor. But in this cruel world, these humans made me rotten. Now, I'm Cruel. I'm cold-hearted. I'm a Killer because I killed Myself. I killed my baby. I killed my own happiness. I ruined my own heart.

By the time they were done with her, she would wish for the death she feared so much. Cruel? Yes. But so fucking effective.

Killian crouched slowly, bringing his face inches from the man, who flinched hard against the concrete. "You wear my family's mark," Killian whispered, his eyes turning to black glass, stripped of humanity. "You don't get to indulge your pathetic cravings when you think I’m not looking. You put hands on someone who only ever committed the crime of loving the wrong person. You terrified an old man into a hospital bed. And you nearly crossed a line I couldn't smooth over with cash or blood." He stood up smoothly, sweeping his gaze across all four shivering figures. "Fear is a tool. Cruelty is a weakness," Killian said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "I deal in fea

mutters the idiot. “Shut the fuck up, you have no idea” I'll answer him in the same way. “Bullshit!” he says dismissively. “I hate you!” I manage to get my arm out of his grip and my fist connects with his most cherished parts, he lets out a faint moan. “Same thing, Cruella,” she says with a choked voice, “Ours is hate at first sight.”

“ You will come home to me Gabriella.” I stare at him, his hair is all messy and his jaw is clenching while he is staring at the hatred in my eyes. Both of his hands are tucked in the front pockets of his black slacks but I can see his veins protruding with something similar when he’s angry. Nothing about him is unusual but everything about him is not ordinary. It’s a sin to appreciate his face while my insides are screaming for doubts I’m starting to build for him. Who is the man I married? From the start, I know he is cruel and ruthless.

So she wasn't going to ruin that fit her best friend. "Franzel!” Gemma called out and Amanda walked out to meet her. "Hello, I’m Amanda, we talked on the phone,” Amanda said and Gemma looked at her angrily. "So you’re the one who's been harassing my sweet Franzel at work, huh? I’ll only tell you this once, because if I say it again next to her, she will kill me. Now you listen, and listen well. “I don't care what your position is in that pack of yours, but if you so much as treat my Franzel with cruelty, I'll be coming for you, Amanda,'' Gemma said coldly, her tone scarring Amanda who was a wolf.

She smiled and was now happy saying her revenge would be the best. She traced all those that did that horrible incident to her that day and killed them so painfully later that they begged for their life after three weeks of torture. She burnt most of them and smoke them up. She kept doing this and kept it as a habit. The nicely looking eyes changed to steeled and cold-looking eyes, she killed all her targets but it wasn't enough she did more and was also trying to end the world after experiencing the same thing again.

Everybody says, there could be no more prominent monster than envy, no more noteworthy hoodlum than dread, no more prominent adversary than covetousness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than sharpness. There could be no more noteworthy monster than envy, no more prominent criminal than dread, no more prominent foe than eagerness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than harshness, then, at that point I'll refute them. The most fulfilling second is seeing him disintegrate and beg.

soft‚ sαtisfied‚ cruel. Something inside me snαpped αwαke. The feαr wαs still there‚ but rαge swallowed it whole‚ burning through the fog until αll thαt wαs left wαs αnger. I wαsn’t going to die here. Not like this.