Evil Mad Hatter Novels & Stories

I made a disgusted face and was searching for Natasha when a very familiar face stopped me by coming in my way, with the signature smirk plastered on his perfect annoying face. Guess who? Xavier Throne! "You forgot to wear pants." He said casually as he looked at me from top to bottoms with a smirk and it took me seconds to understand what he said. Just one second to encounter and he already insulted me. Enjoy Nora enjoy! The fact that how flawless he looked in a black T-shirt with a leather jacket and denim seemed to drip excessively. It should be illegal to look this hot! But I hate it that how people ruin their charming personality with bad words!

Domenico I was a little bit uncomfortable when the two prince introduced their selves to me. "I'm Edward Stefan Domenico .. The second prince of Vlademort. It's very pleasure to meet you Rosalind." He took my hand and kissed it. His hand was so cold that even his lips kissed my hand. "My name is Henry Casper Domenico .. The third prince." It sparingly introduced itself and also kissed my hand. "It's nice to meet you too .. Princes of Vlademort." I bow to them.

His hair had covered his entire face, leaving only his dark eyes which stared emotionlessly at his aggressor. His torturer was a man almost as tall as him, but this man had a rounded figure. His eyes were narrow like that of a snake, and there was a nonchalant look on his face as he approached the hanging man with a large rod in his hands. The large man was a figure feared by all who actually knew him. Some called him Ivor the Tattler, others called him Ivor the Genial, and still others referred to him by what he actually was, Ivor the Insane. People related to him based on what they knew him by. Those who knew him by the title Ivor the Tattler knew him as an Information Merchant with myster

As my Maddox nestles into my embrace, he whispers softly, "Love you, mama." The words hitch in my throat as I reply, "I love you more than anything in this world, my baby. I will never let you be in any kind of harm again." Suddenly, a malevolent chuckle fills the room, echoing like a sinister melody. And then, with a slow, deliberate rhythm, the sound of clapping hands begins—a mockery of the joyous reunion that has been taking place. Clap. Clap. Clap. My heart sinks as I turn my gaze toward the entrance of the room. There, framed in the doorway, stands Helena of chilling beauty and cruel intent. Her eyes gleam with evilness, and her painted lips curl into a twisted smile.

“No! I don’t want to kill him. I love him.” I was lying on the table and couldn’t move. Why couldn’t I move? “She keeps resisting me. Tomorrow will be her birthday.” “Then you only have one chance left. I don’t know how her wolf will respond to the spell.” Helena replied. “I need her more compliant.” The evil man said. Helena shook her head, “it will be risky. It could damage her brain.” The evil man hit the wall with his fist, “I don’t care. I’ve come this far. This is taking too damn long.”

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

I heard the dog growl as drool dripped from its mouth. "King, enough! I was just informing Mr. Fedele of the rules of the house. I think she understands now," he said patting the dog on his back. I sat all the way back in my chair. This psychopath didn't know who he was playing with. "Now to answer your other questions my dear, you are in my Wonderland. I'm known as the Mad Hatter. It is truly a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," he said bowing his head and extending his hand. I looked at him as if he was crazy.

The helmet was a personal item I spent a fortune modifying. After all, I was a top combatant. It wasn't connected to the camp's network and would only save the recorded data in an encrypted chip of the highest level. To make sure the chip recorded the most damning evidence, I held back the agonizing pain and injected more despair into my voice. "I protected you and nearly turned into a zombie multiple times for three whole years. I gave you my only lesser ascension potion while I fought the virus with nothing but my own body, and this is how you repay me?"

As the gold completely surrounds us, there is a loud band and a dark figure appears in front of us. “Ma Vista’s.” The slow pronunciation causes shivers to go down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “It’s about time this meeting was called.” Confusion seems to ripple around the room and the black figure continues to transform before our very eyes. A large pointy hat forms on his head and immediately I register who it is. Glancing at Natalie I notice that she also has drawn the connection between the two. “So, you do know who I am Ma Vista’s.” The sentence sounds like a question the way he says it, but there is no mistaking that the line is really a statement.