Eres Cruel Pero Justa Novels & Stories

Her voice cracked on the last word. “They destroyed your family,” she said. “They tried to erase your legacy. And he stood beside you pretending to be your friend.” Pain flickered across my face despite my effort to suppress it. “Revenge won’t bring them back,” I said. “No,” she agreed, her eyes blazing now. “But justice will remind them that they are not untouchable.” I stood slowly, closing the distance between us. “This cannot be emotional. If we move recklessly, they will bury us.”

"Perhaps you think I'm worthless, so you treat me this low and this badly. But I have a heart. I have a soul. I'm not a disgusting human that you can degrade like this!" Tera's breath raced as she spoke, her chest heaving with immense pain. Her eyes welled up, and she turned away from Sebastian. "I might be a poor girl who doesn't measure up to you! A child from a broken home who doesn't belong in your perfect family! A woman scarred and traumatized, making it difficult for you to fulfill your desires! Yes, I'm just that woman!" Tera exclaimed, "But that doesn't mean I deserve to be degraded to this extent! In your eyes, I'm nothing, just a worthless object. But remember, in the eyes of othe

Desperate for him to release her lips, she shook her head vigorously. "Bastard, leave her, I will kill you!" Suddenly, her husband's voice rang out, indignantly proclaiming for him to let her go under threat of death. "Kill me." Opening her tear-filled eyes, she whispered through his lips, hinting at her own willingness to be killed. In response, the man abruptly ceased his actions, his piercing sapphire eyes darkening maliciously as a cruel smirk emerged on his face. "I will, mi hermosa." Saying this, he retrieved his gun from his back and positioned the weapon directly against her forehead. Despite this imposing display, he noticed that her hazel eyes revealed no signs of fear, which only

He was gone! Her bully had finally left her but she wasn't relieved. She felt miserable and lonely. She was sad but she was also mad at him. How could he be so cruel? How could he abandon her with those words? He used her. She scoffed at the notion. Azriel Ledger was an egoistic, self-centered beast but he wasn't a liar. She knew in her heart that he meant it when he told her that she was his wish and when he had protected her with his life. If he thought some bitter words would make her hate him then he was wrong.

But as we grow, change, the love changes. The third time is always the charm, the third love, the unconditional love, the one you never see coming, the one you were never looking for, the one that creeps on you and blows the air out of your lungs, the one you can easily call your soulmate. But it's messy, it's ugly, it's often selfish. But caring for them is as involuntarily as breathing. At the end embracing all their imperfections is what makes it all unconditional. This I how it works; you love until you don't, and if you do love - you'd sacrifice anything and everything to keep that feeling - until your last dying breath, praying to God that you won't get harmed.

Weston looked confused, like he couldn't understand how she could feel that way. "That's the difference between us," Elena continued. "You let your pain and jealousy make you cruel. I let mine make me compassionate. You used your suffering as an excuse to hurt others. I used mine as motivation to help people." "Very philosophical," Weston said sarcastically. "But we'll see how philosophical you feel when you're testifying at my trial. When you have to relive all those childhood memories in front of a courtroom full of strangers." "I'll be fine," Elena said confidently. "Because unlike you, I'm not ashamed of my story. I survived your cruelty. That's something to be proud of."

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

" I said to her with all seriousness, it hurt to know I would be the one to pass judgement on my best friend whom I promise to protect whenever she is in danger. I tried to make a step out of the prison when I felt someone holding my legs around my ankle, I looked down to see Jessica crying and begging. " Please, don't do this to me, I beg of you to temper justice with mercy, please": Jessica cried. I squatted to her level, removing her hands from my ankle as I stared dagger at her " temper justice with mercy" is she kidding me or something. "You want mercy, yet you went about killing mercilessly under the command of alpha Jax"

Barbara gently stroked the bottle in her hands, treating it like a contented cat. "So later, I started to think it might be better if those people died." She lifted her head and looked at Cyrus, her expression bright and radiant. "So when Buttercup kept playing with them, killing them bit by bit, that really did have something to do with me. Do you think I'm cruel?" Cyrus studied her for a few seconds, then he smirked. Cruel? Perhaps a little. Yet instead of disgust, he felt a trace of admiration. This young woman was the same kind of person as he was.

" The system's notification sounded: [Congratulations, host. Conquest successful. You are entitled to the full prize of 20 million dollars, and may now return to the real world.] So it was true. I had succeeded. My heart was utterly calm. The prompt continued: [The passage back to the real world has been prepared. Departure in thirty seconds.] A deeper sense of peace settled over me. I looked at the queen and smiled. "I'm not willing." Her expression changed instantly. "Why?" "The person I love is gentle and kind—someone who cares about the suffering of the people. As for you…" I met her gaze. "You are brutal and cruel. What does love mean to you? A plaything? A game? Without equality, there