Evil Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"You're not him. And I'm not your mother. I'm not soft, I'm not gentle, and I sure as hell don't break easy." His hands slid to her waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks. "He's going to use you against me," Dimitri said, his voice rough. "Enzo. Isabella. My father. Everyone who wants what I have. They're going to hurt you to hurt me." "Let them try," Eve said. "I chose you knowing you're the Devil. I chose you knowing your world is violent and dark and dangerous. And I'm choosing you again right now, knowing that your brother just walked into my office and tried to plant doubt in my head." She pressed her palm over his heart, feeling it thunder beneath her touch. "I'm not going anywhere

"That's it. Now fuck me like a good boy" Boy, who did she think she was talking to? "I'll show you what a man is made of" he ground pulling out and slamming back in. Letting go of her wrists, he held on to the headboard and continued pounding into her until she came, screaming his name. He wasn't far behind her. Smiling, he dropped beside her saying "You little devil" "Sorry, I become really evil when I don't get what I want" "Are you happy now, Miss Eva?"

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

“I hope you get along with Damian. In fact, why don’t you seduce him and make him yours?” Evelyn was rendered speechless. ‘How can I seduce that sly man? He would see right through me.’ “Stop talking nonsense. Unlike you, a mafia boss is not my ideal boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Don’t be so quick to deny it. So tell me, is he good?” Evelyn knitted her brows, “He’s a mafia, how can he be good? Anyway, he did save me and give me my phone. So he’s partly not bad.”

He beamed, locking the door. I hummed, reluctant about answering his question. But I can't deny the excellent transference of the plans we both had. "This is a prove to you that I never forgot us over the years, Eva." Of Course he didn't. His ulterior motives must have carved my face on his memory. Eva, the one person who is easily deceived and the perfect pawn to use when you want something from the Mendes Family and the werewolf empire. So great, I get it.

“Evelyn is my childhood friend. I've been treating her like my little sister since senior high school. But in the end…” “She cheated on your boyfriend,” the security said. But seeing the look on her face, he asked if there was more to it. “Evelyn snatched my six past boyfriends, and now my seventh boyfriend is interested in her, the heck!” “If there was a bad luck competition in this world, you would definitely come first. I will do you a favor,” he stretched his hands toward the pavement. “Go for it, only death can end your bad luck! You will regret it when you get home if you don't jump off now.” He admonished, and she eyed him with disdain.

As expected, even when given another chance at life, Sia could only resort to her despicable tricks. When we shared a dorm in my previous life, she loved video calling Joel right inside the room. He was a playboy with plenty of fetishes, and to entertain him, she often took lewd photos of us after showers when we were barely dressed. She would mostly do that to me. The worst was when she deliberately video-called Joel as I was changing. She yanked my curtain open and pointed the camera at me. I slapped her phone to the ground and screamed at her, then stormed out of the dorm that very night.

"It's fine. We'll just have another one. A healthy one this time." His hand pressed harder, sending a sharp wave of pain through my still-raw body. I stared at him, every fiber of me seething with hatred, but my body was too weak to resist. I could only glare, unable to suppress the revulsion crawling across my skin. My gaze wandered to the car—this car. The same one he bragged about using to drive for Uber, the same one he used to meet countless other women. The bile rose in my throat as I turned away, gagging violently.