Cruel Novels & Stories

" His voice boomed with a fiery rage, unwilling to entertain any dissenting opinions. He felt a familiar and unwelcome transformation taking hold of him as the shameless ones kidnapped his mate. Once again, his demeanor turned cruel and merciless, a response born of the deep pain and anger that consumed him. They had brought forth a monstrous creature, one that would rend their very flesh asunder.

The vile creature beat his victim until he himself was exhausted and Alpha Turner could no longer cry out in pain. Standing there with the brutal whip hanging at his side and breathing heavily Cullen rested briefly. Then turning his attention to the battered female across the way, his evil grin widened. Dropping the cat of nine tails to the floor he slowly walked over to where she lay on the table completely defenseless. He stalked towards her much the way a lion would stalk a helpless hobbled beast of burden. Then slowly he proceeded to circle the table looking up and down her broken body. He was admiring his handiwork. Just then Cullen turned back towards Alpha Turner with an evil grin.

He looked down at her, his expression no longer angry, but coldly, clinically insane. "But first," he said, his voice flat and dead. "We purge the sickness." Then he kicked her. It wasn't a wild kick of rage. It was a slow, deliberate, measured act of profound cruelty. His boot connected with her belly with a sickening, final thud. A white hot flash of pain exploded through her, so immense it stole her breath and her voice. The scream caught in her throat, silent and huge. All the air was knocked out of her. She curled into a tight ball, a deep, cramping, tearing pain ripping through her insides. It was more than pain. It was a death. It was everything being v

It's redness equals a bloods colour. He reddens and sweat nonstop. He also vibrate and jerk continuously. Am guessing that's his dumb soul gradually departing his wicked body. I smile then grin. I cluster and clamp harder my claws around his beating heart. It really beasts heavily and rapidly. It's proves his fear over death. Well he's a murderer. He's an inconsiderate being. He shouldn't subject others to a fate himself frightens over. That's genuine wickedness so he really deserves my next brutal action.

"Damien, I need to ask you something, and I need an honest answer, not a careful one." "Ask it," Damien said, and something in his tone had already braced for whatever was coming. "Do you know anyone capable of this specific kind of cruelty. Not business cruelty. Not a hostile takeover, not a smear campaign built for headlines, the kind ambitious men build without ever really thinking about the person underneath it. I mean someone who would sit down and deliberately design a humiliation shaped exactly like the one that already broke me once, because they knew precisely how much it would cost me to survive it a second time, and w

Hurt.betrayal.pain.They said these this make you change completely and drastically...well why? It means you succumb to this cruel world easily as you are willing to change your nature and your personality just because you don't want to get hurt, but you can live with the fake demeanour of yours for the whole life. Of Course, human beings always choose the easy way to handle things or to handle life.

To somehow feel you are good at something, especially if it is something you just learned. Kavinsky's smiles, Kavinsky's words, his face, his sea blue eyes. Everything, just everything about him kept lingering in Kaylee's head. She smiled at it and gradually, it turned into a whimpering. She grabbed the pillow and shouted into it as she cried in agony and frustration. This is not how she pictured her life to be. She didn't deserve anything good. She does not deserve Kavinsky, she does not deserve joy. She doesn't deserve any of this!

"Don't get under my feet," the man growled without pity, kicking him hard and throwing him across the alley. As anxiety and fear climbed into my pupil, the poor cat's body smashed against the wall and fell to the ground, standing there motionless from where it had collapsed, hurting. "You killed him, get your filthy hands off me!" I cried. My hands and feet were freezing, I was struggling not to cry. "If you don't let me go now, I'll scream as loud as I can!"

Eric said sternly "Eric, you are becoming more and more like mum, she never feels remorse for anything." Camilla said "Don't compare me to that woman" Eric said in anger "Come with me now" Camilla said and dragged him off by his ears "Ouch big sis it hurts" Eric whines in pain as he is being pulled away.

They withdrew their support, making us a target for rogues. I glared at my stepbrother, who almost assaulted me last night. He doesn't look ashamed of his actions. Vince hates me and will do anything to see me gone, even if he sells me to the dangerous Alpha, Edward Chasia, a powerful Lycan Alpha in the west region. He is said to be the Lycan King's cousin. Edward and his three brothers are ruthless killers and take overpacks that are not strong enough to defend themselves. That is how he earned the name The Cruel Lycan Alpha.