Cruel Novels & Stories

｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡. Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution.

Why hell does she have to be beautiful I silently cursed to myself. And Carter too looked like he was enjoying his interaction with Emma. He did his gorgeous beautiful smile that he usually did to me but instead right now he was seductively smiling at another woman. One of those seductive, killer smiles that immediately put me back up. A smile that told the woman there was no question he was interested. What the ever loving hell? I stood a few steps away from them, unnoticed, as I attempted to control the vicious jealousy and anger that surged through my veins. I wasn’t a jealous person, I reminded myself.

He speaks in a cruel tone and disgust. How rude. “You can’t talk to me like that. You don’t even know me.” He clenches his teeth and drags a deep breath, his patience is easily tempered I guess. “I don’t need to know you to know that you’re cunning, dubious, manipulative, and devious.” He bathes me with his cruel words, like I’ve done something wrong to him.

supposedly maintained peace, but in reality it was nothing more than a display of dominance. I stood at the edge of the field, trying to stay at the very back so I wouldn’t be noticed. The air was heavy with testosterone and raw wolf energy. Then they arrived. The warriors of the Brown Stone pack marched in like a conquering army. Mason led them. He was tall, broad shouldered, and surrounded by a dark aura that seemed to swallow the afternoon light. A scar ran across his face, and dark tattoos covered his arms, coming alive with every movement of his muscles. They called him the Cruel Alpha. At least, that’s what people whispered behind my back. They said he w

“And you’re okay with that?” “I’m proud of you,” he said quietly. That word hit harder than any insult ever had. She turned fully to face him. “I don’t want to become cruel.” “You won’t,” Damien said. “Cruelty doesn’t question itself.” She searched his face. “And you?” A ghost of something dark flickered in his eyes. “I crossed that line long ago.” Her fingers curled into his shirt. “Then teach me how not to lose myself.” His hand came up, cupping her jaw. “Stay angry at the right things. And never stop being afraid of what you’re capable of.”

I couldn't even remember. The sight of him—all tall and imposing—scared the living hell out of me. I'd never met this man personally, but I knew him by reputation like everyone else. He was known as The Cruel Alpha and was allegedly the Alpha King's right hand. He was known for being vicious, and he'd killed many men during the war that wrecked our world. During the reign of the old alphas, women were respected. Adored. Now, they were nothing. Just playthings. Breeders.

His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm. With a heart as cold and unforgiving as the icy depths of winter, Lefevre was not one to be crossed. His piercing gaze, as sharp as the edge of a blade, could strip a soul bare, exposing its deepest vulnerabilities and laying them open for exploitation. His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core.

not like this. To Be Continued...

Philip closed the curtains of his room and sat down on the bed with his laptop. He had to find out who was responsible for the unjustified accusations against the CRUZ company. The company had suffered a further decrease in profit by seventy percent over the last few weeks. He understood that it was easier to fall from a ladder than to get back up and he didn't want it to happen to the CRUZ company.

she said with contempt, her face flushed with anger. The rage of jealousy is so strong that it compels one to do anything foolish. Miguel de Cervantes.