Evil Husband Glutton Wife Novels & Stories

She walked towards him, trembling like a child facing their abuser, her eyes filled with a multitude of unspoken fears and secrets. Mr. Mandragon pivoted to face the opposite direction, leaving his wife standing behind him. He placed one hand on his waist and used the other to massage his chin, his fury intensifying with each passing second. He looked like a lion preparing to pounce on its prey… He turned to face his wife and without hesitation, his hand swung through the air and he landed a harsh slap that sent her crashing to the floor. Her palms hit the cold tiles, her reflection staring back at her from the glossy surface. Tears streamed down her face, mixed with the blood trickling from

Chase rushed back from abroad to stabilize the situation. Skye didn't die as the doctors had saved him. But Old Mr. Chase, doting on his grandson, paid to have both Skye and Eira declared mentally unfit and committed to the capital's most infamous psychiatric hospital. Eira had once been perfectly sound, but I could not forgive what she'd done to our child. After discovering I could manifest a presence, I drifted into her room night after night, haunting her, tormenting her. I kept her awake and steeped in fear until she truly lost her mind. When she was lucid, she remembered our past happiness and regretted it all. When she wasn't, she remembered only her urge to torture a man named Skye.

"Iblis Jabril, I loved you for so long. I accompanied you for so many years. I accept you don't love me. But did my devotion mean nothing? In the end, you couldn't even tolerate my one mistake. Tell me, you cut off my finger in front of this whore, while placing her on your throne in front of me. Is her cunt so good, you trampled on your wife's self respect?" "Hehe. Actually, it is. After all, compared to a cunt offered to me on a silver platter with a dowry of Hundred Pearls of Light, a cunt I purchased for a million dollars is more expensive in value." Nymrit's face turned pale. She stared at the man she called husband in disbelief, not able to believe her ears. "You...are you associating

" Your wife killed thousands of men, not just from my side but from yours as well, is that the type of woman you want? A monster." Red flung across my vision as I stood up, hands clenched around his collar, flinging him against the wall, the table crashed to the ground same with the edifices on top of it as he fought to stand upright. "You will never insult my wife anymore, and you will never say a word to talk bad about her personality, you might want to know you are a fool and a messed up individual, your ego couldn't contain the fact that she was higher and will always be bigger than you, could it? You fucking nicompoop."

With clenched hands, Damon the prideful watched behind a corner. The culprit also known as the grand duke of the Malevolent Worlf, Beelzebub the Glutton, placed his palm onto the halfling’s shoulder. Upon the contact, the Halfling flinched and recoiled back as if she really hated being touched by the grand duke. Should Grand Duke Beelzebub the glutton refused to take away his hand, Damon the prideful was already contemplating on cutting the grand duke’s hands. But like what he thought, the halfling’s father backed away in a fraction of a second. The grand duke slowly withdrew his hand as he cleared his throat before speaking up which was heard by Damon loud and clear. “Let that be my problem

Her skin tried to escape her body, and she swallowed hard, trying to maintain her cool. "I'm gonna make you scream," he whispered aggressively into her ear, while squeezing her thigh and inflicting more pain. Her name puffed from his lips in such a blatantly malicious way that she cringed with fear. His words rang in her ears, and internal alarms screamed through every cell in her body as the hair on the back of her neck stood at attention. This guy was more than a philandering husband. He was seriously evil. She could feel it in her soul. Sucking in a cleansing breath, she pulled away, shrugging him off. Thank God, she didn't have to stick around to find out how truly disgusting Dillon coul

and she started telling us how we were supposed to treat our children like we were in 1912. I felt sick. I felt like I was about to release what I had just eaten last night because I didn't believe people like this still existed. And the way that pastor Elijah's wife kept glorifying her husband, like he wasn't even human like he was another being... I really think she worshipped him instead of worshipping God.

But Delilah had to come out with her spoilt attitude, "Hey! We came together, and we'll stick together." And, if that wasn't enough, Evangeline was about to speak up. But, honestly, I didn't care enough to listen to her. I just wrapped my arm around my wife and dragged her away from those two. Those two had their husbands wrapped around their pinkies and now they were corrupting my wife too. She struggled in my hold, "What are you doing?!" she whisper-yelled. "Ah, is that the famous Mrs. Mancini?" Congressman Kane asked with a shit-eating grin.

She lifted her head and glimpsed at her husband's face, then she sunk in her middle finger in her vagina. "Huuuuuuuuuh!" She moaned softly. "Batard Depinn should not be let to keep her, my papa." "Why?" "Batard Depinn is evil." She replied in her frantic voice. "Tricy my love, I buy your anger and purged emotion, but you can not say that a man is evil just because he has the gold and sets the rules. It is his compulsory commitment if he must have the gold forever." She fiddled with Tricy's hair.

He started to point at the faces, moving with the practiced ease of a man giving a battle briefing. “This is Viktor Sokolov,” Vlad said, pointing to an older man whose face carried the dissipated look of self-indulgence. “The current oldest living Sokolov. He is known for his countless flings, a cheater who openly flaunts his mistress right in front of his wife. Rumor said that he even kicked out his wife and fucked a slut on their marital bed while his wife was forced to listen to their moans next door.” A flicker of genuine revulsion crossed my face. I had no memory of morality, but something about that specific cruelty struck a nerve. “A shameless jerk,” I scoffed, disgusted.