Evil Inside Us Novels & Stories

and all the other mental illnesses too. but maybe, mentally ill people aren't necessarily evil. and maybe, there will be a dawn from my dark heart one day which will grow roses. i am out of his house and sight and life. i finally breathe. i don't know where to go. to steve maybe. but will he accept a murderer? lmao yes he will, he's so blind in love. just like arnold. i hate myself for thinking in such a selfish way. this isn't me. i don't know if these are survival instincts or if i have truly lost my mind in that dark room.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but come on, this isn’t the Middle Ages. It’s the twentieth century. Evil is just a concept. It’s just a way to talk about the values that society has. It’s not a force, or whatever you want to call it, and it’s certainly not justification for setting a man on fire.” “Is evil a concept? A name we use for everything that’s abhorrent in this life? Absolutely,” he said. “But it is also something more. Call it what you like, but surely, you’ve encountered it? Temptation so great you would betray yourself to satisfy it? Desire to take or to do harm for its own sake, or for the sake of the power it gives you over others?

I cut in before he could argue. I know what he’s thinking. He thinks Eloise is evil and unforgivable, and he was right; she is cruel and manipulative, and more than once she tried to get me into trouble trying to turn Jackson against me. But I also knew that we were raised in the same environment and way; the only thing we knew how to do was survive and adapt. We weren't born evil—we were raised in survival mode and would do anything to stay alive, even if it meant dining with the devil.

VIOLET I was still reeling at the fact that we’d finally got him under our control. We’d finally put a stop to a great evil because that was precisely what he was – evil. See, there were levels of fuckery. The lower level was a bully, someone who tried to control others by hurting and taunting them. That type of behavior worsened as the levels climbed up higher, progressively getting worse. There were those who thrived in the destruction of others, such as the hunters. Then you had evil little shits that would laugh gleefully as the world burned around them as long as they remained afterwards. Alpha Bradley had a permanent seat between Hitler and Stalin.

The deep-voiced man seemed hesitant with his words. “What?” “I got a kid, man. She means the world to me. I’m not really on board with this trafficking thing.” “Oh?” thought Gray to herself. And while listening in on them, she named the hoarse-voice man Evil and the other man Half-evil. Evil sneered. “You gettin’ cold feet now? We smuggled drugs and bombs, robbed banks, counterfeited and laundered money. We even trafficked women before. You still tryna be a saint, man?”

It had been the humiliation they had defiled Osborn's corpse with, the horrible degradation that Evan had been powerless to stop or even punish. But now he was back to his senses. Osborn would have wanted this, right? He had seemed like a good man when we met. A little neurotic, but there hadn't been a single evil or self-serving thought in his head. Those were so rare. Even I had my selfish moments...

I hated that I fell in love with this vile man standing before me. I tilted my head slightly, a sly smile playing on my lips. “Oh? But you would have done even worse, wouldn’t you? Why do you think you’re the only one capable of evil?” His mouth opened, then closed. He had no response. I stepped closer, my eyes locked onto his. “You see, Ezra. Everybody has some degree of darkness in them and they only need a reason to let it all out. Oh wait, you don’t need a reason to be wicked. It’s in your DNA, right? It’s something you inherited,”

3 ARBEN I’ve never been one for redemption stories. In my world, there’s no room for weakness, no space for regret. Regret is for fools. I learned that a long time ago. People like to throw around words like evil, as if it means something. As if being called evil is supposed to make me feel ashamed. But the truth? I thrive on it. Being evil is where I find my power. It’s what separates me from the rest of them—the ones who cling to their pathetic morals, pretending that there’s some higher ground to stand on.

I followed, though every nerve screamed to run. “We can’t stop it. The Virus is circulating now, Dennise. Not just in the black markets where humans illegally trade powder and organs. It seeps into human veins, turning addicts into thrashing monsters who burn themselves out in hours. The whispers on the street call it ‘the fire that eats the soul.’” I swallowed hard. Images of the rabids flashed in my mind. Human addicts, twisted into beasts, dying in alleys. Valentina’s gaze slid sideways toward me.

In fact, he felt like he was doing the world a favor. Eugene was a blight. The worst kind of person out there. Not that he was any better. He was about as evil as they came, but at least he knew it. People like Eugene thought they were better than they were. Thought that they were justified in their wickedness, as though their immorality was somehow for some greater good. It was laughable. At least he knew that his interests were all self-serving. Every step he took was another one towards his goal. The reason he became Ghost still waited for him. It had started simple enough.