Evil Inside Us Novels & Stories

Is this really the Zane that I know or is this some imposter from hell? Is this all he has to say after the death of our son? I open my mouth to speak, I don't even know what to say. “How can you say any of this to me? Our baby just died, and you can't even pretend to be sad about that? What the fuck is wrong with you? What sort of evil are you made of?!” I vented out, completely broken. “The kind that knows how to give people what they deserve and rid myself of the people who want my downfall.

"You are not hard to love." Lilith laughed, a broken, surprised sound that seemed to startle even her. "You really believe that? After everything I have done?" "I really do." Lena took her hand. "You are hurt. You are broken. You have done terrible things. But underneath all of that, underneath the power and the rage and the cruelty, there is someone who just wanted to be loved. Someone who just wanted to belong. That is not evil. That is human." "I am not human."

"What if Doctor Morgan was telling the truth? Like there was really an existence of ghost in the cell." "But he was insisting that it was Anika who was crying out for help," Angelic added. "Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened."

I'm afraid that I did exactly what Vivianne warned me not to do; I pushed too far. Adam stands with his arms crossed. The hardness of his face, the bulging muscles, the betrayal in his eyes—all of it hits me, each blow harder than the last. Why can't he see that I'm doing this for him? I'm ruining myself for him. I'm taking power from the devil all to give him hope for the future. He won't have me, but at least he'll have this baby to keep his bloodline alive. I refuse to watch his pack fall apart from the boiling depths of my prison below. I'll concentrate with every last drop of my sanity to feel for a baby sprouting inside of me because it may be the only good thing I do with this cursed

“Don’t let go of that woman!” It was at this point that I realized why I despise humans; it was because of them. They imbue humans with the traits of evil beings.

“I placed my head in place of every brick that has built this empire, much like the others in the government and my own blood son is destroying it for personal gain.” “I don’t understand it,” Isabella cried, hiding her face in her hands. “The videos of those soldiers… all those people slaughtered. How could they do such a thing?” she choked. “I didn’t raise him to be this monster.” Ellis fell silent for a long time before she spoke. “It’s not your upbringing that turned him into this. He chose this path himself. He is aligned with many others who share the same ideals as him and they are drunk on the idea of power. There is a great responsibility, but they don’t see it that way. They see it

“Pride is useful.” “For him?” “No,” Mr Wellis replied calmly. “For us.” Dave looked at him. “You heard him,” Mr Wellis continued. “He relies on arrogance. Arrogant men talk.” Dave’s phone vibrated. The hidden camera was streaming perfectly. Clear view of the desk and a clear audio. Clear evidence of unethical leverage. Dave looked back at the towering building. “You really think we can get it back?” Mr Wellis smiled slightly. “My boy,” he said quietly, “we’re not just buying a bakery.”

Eden scoffed, "Thanks? I should be the one thanking you for giving me the space to survive all these years by leaving the family." She was skilled at using gentle cruelty; she often switched between angelic and demonic personas. I sighed softly but didn't argue. The past felt heavy, and a simple "thank you" couldn't undo it. Eden and I had endured the same hardships. We had been abducted together. She had even told the abductors that I was the true heiress. Her moods, shifting between good and evil, were always unpredictable. I used to long to imitate her, hoping to win the family's affection.

“Or are you trying to say that people with double UR traits are evil slagheads?” “Basically, yeah, sorta,” said Amal. “I think… I mean, I theorize having two of them leads to some kind of internal corruption. I mean, just think how every UR trait has a massive negative attached to it. It really makes life hard sometimes. I can’t imagine what having two of those would do to a person.” “That Idiot was pretty bad before his second trait, though,” said Xylo. “And we also watched him kill civilians en masse,” Eva countered. “In broad daylight no less. He was certainly way more violent and careless, and he even roped the Peacekeepers into it. I can buy that theory.”

“Go public. Blow the whistle to the elders, the whole damn supernatural world. Your father couldn’t have that. So he sent his man that night. Quick. Clean. Or so he thought. But I was there, visiting my sister, hiding in the shadows when it went down. I recorded it all on my phone. Every shot. Every plea. Every confession he whispered to make sure the job was done.” Her eyes gleamed in the dim light. “That tape isn’t just evidence of murder, Sage. It’s the key to his empire crumbling. And now… it’s mine to burn. Or yours to take. But ask yourself—do you really want Eve knowing her parents died because your father was a crook? That you’re the son of the monster who stole her world?” I stared