Evil Lust Novels & Stories

I screamed angrily. Camila was in tears, and as I heard her sob, I waited for the other girls to appear. But no one showed up after a few minutes. "What do you demand, Camila? I am completely exhausted. Can you bully or prank me tomorrow instead?" I can't deal with her right now. I'm not feeling well, and my heart is aching. I wanted to punch someone or release these disturbing emotions I'm experiencing right now. Then my mind doesn't help when it flashes back to the earlier flirting scene between Olivia and Will. I want to murder someone right now. Let's call him "Will." That's the person I wanted to kill right now.

Uthando Olungeko Emthethweni {illicit love} BY Tanny Bae #6 Chikomborero POV It's a miracle that aren't HIV positive judging on how l jump from one hole to another , exchanging b*tches like undergarments .Am the true definition of what they actually mean when they say " men are dogs " . Just like a dog l don't mind f***ing anything with a hole . Hell no , aren't a f**k boy , am the f**k boy .For a nineteen years old teenager l have tasted a million cookies more than an old man have . With her back on the floor as well as head , a** up . I lifted her legs up before spreading them apart biting my tongue with my incisors as I smiled because of the amazing view . Like an everflowing fountain jui

The devil's breath washed over him, sulfurous and cloying, as the world narrowed to that choking hold, the illusion's edges fraying into oblivion. In the hideout, Elian's body convulsed, a mirror to the assault. His hands flew to his throat, nails scraping futilely at empty air, legs kicking weakly as if drowning. Tears streaked his face, mirroring the illusion's despair. Kael's heart seized, panic sharpening into lethal clarity. The devil's influence was bleeding through, strangling Elian from beyond the veil. No more half-measures.

Yet he's a murderer and a human trafficker. I stare at his back as he steps into the elevator back at the apartment. This man is supposed to be a devil. A smudge of dirt and evil that I need to wipe from the face of the earth. And yet, here he is, more human than anyone else. What are you, Dante Romano?

Their vacant expressions had been replaced by genuine terror, but it was too late for them to escape the fate that Evangeline had orchestrated. "He's not just feeding," Iris realized, her voice carrying the horror of someone who had finally understood the true scope of the tragedy. "He's enjoying it. The hunt, the kill, the absolute power over mortal life. She's not just broken his restraint; she's awakened something that was always there."

"But you lack perspective. You think this is a war between good and evil? No. It's a war between order and chaos. I am Order. I am the mountain that does not move. You... you are just erosion." Valerius squeezed. Jack’s vision went red. He clawed at Valerius's arm with his Entropy Hand. The black flesh touched Valerius's skin. Sizzle. Smoke rose from Valerius's arm. The King hissed, dropping Jack. He looked at his forearm. There was a burn mark—black and necrotic—where Jack had touched him. "It hurts," Valerius murmured, looking at the wound with fascination. "It actually hurts."

"His thirst for revenge became the only thing he lived for, and his evil side overwhelmed the good and took over his soul so much that he is now evil to the very core of his soul. "Because evil is powerful and fearful, this makes them more powerful and fearful too, but this scenario happens only rarely. Elliott is only the second that we know about in our history. He is now evil as evil dominates his soul and his heart is stone cold." Alisa gasped. That did not seem like the Elliott she knew.

“I told you not to hurt her. Take off the binds. She’s not some animal. Please.” Another word from Valentina and they let me go, though, the binds remain. I raise my eyes slowly and as they clash with the familiar intense blue, I recoil, my bladder tightening. She could wear a different hairstyle, fake the look of a concerned mother, but underneath all of that heavy makeup, there was evil. Bottomless, hungry, black evil. It oozes from her large pores and slips into my skin, festering, choking me until I struggle for every bit of air in my lungs.

Aradan crept on all fours like a bewildered beast, and he was blind and ill from the terror. As the blade was drawn, it sounded. 'Do what you want, evils; but if it's possible, I'll stop you.’ Said Charlotte. But a gigantic Lycan standing in the distance. “The evils will fade away, and people will be terrified to approach them. Evils are situations in your life that are incongruent. Afflictions that have followed you around like a shadow are known as evils. Anything that isn't part of your natural destiny is evil. Evil loads, demonic attachments, and superfluous luggage are all examples of evils…” she said as she rose.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop