Evil Lust Novels & Stories

"I'll cry in my cell. I killed a woman with a briefcase. I'm going to kill you with that leg." I jam my thumbs violently as she howls out. Creature barks and stands guard as I sit up, still stradding her and I reach back for my prosthetic leg. She fails and whimpers, but I have no pity. Im going to make an example of her. I fist the leg tightly, and I begin to deliver violent, calculated blows across her face and head. I bludgeon her without mercy as she sobs and pleads. I know it's wrong. I've gone too far, but it feels so good to be in control. To be on the other side. All the anguish, humiliation and rage I have kept bottled up just spill out. I beat and beat and beat as things crack. I s

He had no choice but to back down. He took a deep breath and said, “Zayn, you’re relentless. I refuse to believe that you’re capable of protecting the Medusa Dames for the rest of your life!” Evilasius was an inherently ferocious man. He could become quite savage and the sight of him was terrifying. The Medusa Dames’ club members were startled again after seeing his reaction. To be targeted by Evilasius was a terrifying experience.

If there was a chance, even if it’s a tiny one I would grasp it tightly. “The only way to save Eva is to make her drink blood,” Lucifer said. I looked at Daniel expectantly. Understanding my gaze he threw the pouch against the wall near, Eva. It burst on hitting the wall, splattering blood everywhere. Eva licked the drop of blood that had accidentally fallen on the wall inside the cage. This increased her blood lust even more and she started pacing in the cage snorting and growling now and then like an animal. How could someone be so cruel? What pleasure could they derive from torturing someone of their own kind? Could I hope anything good from these creatures?

He lets out a moan before looking back into my eyes. “Ava, those are not flaws, nor are they fat rolls, they are called love handles for a reason. Not all women are lucky enough to have them. It takes a real woman to pull them off, and you are a goddess for carrying them so well,” he says softly, making me weak in my knees. I’ve never met someone like him. He has a sex addiction. Usually, men suffering from said affliction have a type and a specific fantasy in their heads. I can’t imagine I fit either one of those things for Seymore.

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow on the scene before me. Matt's deep voice cut through the silence, his words carrying a commanding tone. "We have a common enemy," he said, his eyes locked with those of the vampire leader, Tristan. "The witches are growing stronger, and if we don't unite, we won't stand a chance against them." Tristan, a tall and imposing figure, nodded slowly. "I understand the threat they pose," he replied, his voice smooth yet laced with a hint of danger. "But can we truly trust your pack, Matt? Werewolves and vampires have never been allies."

The blonde brute began to pull out his gun as he stepped forward. Ricci stood up as he pushed the guy back sending him out of the room, "Sono desolato," He put his hand over his chest. "If you don't take my offers, your father knew what would happen, I'm sure I don't have to tell you. I will take care of this baboon, to disrespect you like that. Think about my offer, huh? Get in touch but don't take too long." He quickly nodded his head as he snapped his fingers walking out of the door.

"Wait... Do you want to cajole my father? —He started laughing at me —Stop being stupid, my father hates ugly and tasteless girls and you are. I couldn't believe that Lucas called me that way, he humiliated me and that hurt me because he said it so loudly that Erika was also making fun of me. —So I'm ugly and tasteless? —I swear this won't stay like this Lucas. And since you wanted to know the name of the person who took my virginity, I'll tell you. Victor Santoro —Lucas' face completely uncracks and he laughs at me again —He even came to my room last night to pick me up to give me a job, actually it's an excuse I'll use because he's a stud that I want him to fuck me every day.

They might even think we're such animals who can't control their libidos. "Natasha, then fucking do something about this. I can't stop it." Ethan almost showed his fangs, and his eyes turned bloody red. I bit my bottom lip, but I think that didn't help because he suddenly devoured it. He didn't waste any time as he balanced his body on my top, careful not to drop because I was still wounded. "This is just going to be quick. I'm going to wreck you, and you don't need to do anything. Seeing my fucking dick inside your walls penetrating to go inside is already pleasurable enough."

! WARNING! The chapter may include extreme physical torture and a thirst for vengeance that may trigger a traumatic experience for the readers. MAX’S POV I feel like a maniac right now, so powerful. Looking at their crying faces is just satisfying. Yet, they just arrived though so why make it louder then? But it’s no fun if I would just pick up anything from the table and do it myself. That’s when I thought of the idea of betting a thousand dollars on the first person in this room that can shoot one of them in the leg. A bullet in the leg can only paralyze them. It can’t kill them.

"The Lord Lavigne, stupid enough to give me the kind of freedom I don't even need. The only kind of freedom that I need is the only kind of freedom you don't want to offer. What's the use?" "Enough." I was taken aback by his strange cold and serious voice. "You think everything you say should be followed? You think you're always right? You never wanted to be taught, nor be in someone's subjection. You act so mighty and righteous that you think everyone's inferior. Seriously, how perfect can you be?" "Oh!" I gave a genuine laugh. I turned my back and mindlessly jumped on my bed. "I can't be perfect, especially that marrying you have already made the devils laugh."