Dirty Little Traitor Novels & Stories

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

“You think you deserve a say in this? You’re the daughter of traitors.” Daughter of traitors? How? Mom, Dad, Traitors? That's not possible. They couldn't be traitors. They swore their loyalty to the pack and would never do anything that brought harm to the pack, no matter what. “There must be some kind of mistake, my parents would never do such a thing. They aren't traitors.” I looked up at the guard praying for a chance of heart. He scoffed a laugh. "You claim innocence, yet you were found with a dead body in your arms.You murderer! Do you expect anyone to believe you?"

"Instead do something for me, wipe out all the memories of Marianna since her childhood." The words made Layla stumble back. Why in the world would Icarus do this, why? "Helios, I had received a letter yesterday-members of Everdale ducal house are declared to be traitors of the nation and the person to reveal that information is the princess of Everdale Marianna. Except her and her brother Karl every member is already dead so Karl was taken to the prison and executed for betraying the country. What Marianna had to do is already done except Valentine...she does not knows about him and shall never know."

She wrinkles her nose. “Yeah. Someone ditched it in the cage on the side of the road. He was cool and knew how to say ‘fuck’ and a few other choice words.” “What happened to him?” I lower my gaze to the bar, stomach clenching just thinking about it. Captain Morgan was a fucking awesome cockatiel. “Jackson let him out when the living room ceiling fan was on high.” Charlie gasps and brings her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.

With a knife in hand, Olivia Gerber catches Caleb Jebb in bed with another woman for the ninth time, only to discover that the woman is none other than her younger sister, Shannon Gerber. The usually aloof Caleb suddenly grabs the knife and drives it deep into his own abdomen. "Don't hurt Shannon." Caleb stares at Olivia with bloodshot eyes, his voice unexpectedly shaking. "You can get back at me however you want. I'll accept it. Are you happy now?" Olivia freezes on the spot, her fingertips numb from the warmth of his blood. The next moment, Gerald Gerber, her father, hurries over and slaps her across the face. He launches into a furious tirade. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? All

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

I will crush him like a bug. * She stood in her room, staring at her reflection which was in the large mirror that was placed in her room. It has been four days since uncle Philip came and told her that he would be flipping sides and just yesterday, she got the news that the man all the other shareholders who had withdrawn were back to the Diego company. The news infuriated her and she vowed not to have mercy on them, she was going to bring them down one after the other.

This man is truly a masterpiece. But this is not important. Now Agnes began to fear and regret. Ryan Gonzalez is known as a powerful and extremely difficult person. If he wakes up and remembers that she made a joke about him, he will kill her. She didn't want her normal, peaceful life to be overturned in an instant.

"Vincent is your husband. This will leave him with nothing." "He should have thought of that before he betrayed me," I said, taking the seat across from him. "And he didn't just betray me. He betrayed the trust of this entire Family." "I need to see the proof." I laid out the photos, the videos, the bank statements. Everything. "Is this enough?" My father's face grew darker with every image. When he saw the photo of Carmen wearing the family necklace, his fist slammed down on the mahogany desk. "That son of a bitch! He gave a family heirloom to a common whore!"