Evil Mayor Novels & Stories

Daniel asked, "How did you escape?" "I told Zelik a story which killed him." Vala told him, walking slowly towards them, her chains which had loosen itself from her wrist, rattles on the floor. "Once, there lived a powerful evil sorcerer who wanted to rule, this sorcerer has two best friends who are like him. One day, this sorcerer decided to kill his two best friends and take their powers away from them, but what he didn't know was that, his two best friends knows his plans and were ready, when he casted the net on them, the two best friends outsmarted the sorcerer, they lifted the net up and flew away." she added as she passed Daniel and went over to where Zelik dead body lay, raising one

If so, he was evil, more evil than she thought of him. This statement from Vera made Elias think that she did not want to think again because she had a new person. So his uneasiness grew even more. Elias shoved Vera against the wall, the cold ice cubes clung to her back making her shiver. "My thinking about you is not wrong. You are the type of woman who sees a good place and stabs her head in. For example, that young man is living proof. Many days have not been near a man, do you need me? give alms?"

"Well if you'd get untired of them I'd bet you'd be a hundred times happier, I know I would." Her left eye god-damn twitched. Fuck. I'm screwed. "I want a letter of resignation on my desk by the end of the night and your things gone," she said without a hint of sympathy in that ice-cold, leathery soul of hers. "Whoa, whoa, wait, Mrs. Evans," She turned to leave but I sidestepped her and planted myself in the doorway. She stared at me with the most disinterested look in her eyes and I knew I'd have to pull a miracle out of my ass to get through to her. "Okay, look. I know I'm a fuck up—" Probably wouldn't get anyway cussing in front of her but it's already left my mouth. I couldn't suck it ba

I'm gonna make him pay for everything he's put me through and trust me, he's gonna pay for it all. I've been keeping good things by my side, you know, when bad keeps good things, it becomes the good weakness, so if Enzo is playing good, I'll use it to hold him down. Evil always die, good always kills evil, but in this case, I'm gonna kill another evil, that's the one in my basement. I've been patient for a while now but when I am impatient, I kill. Ameerah, a simple mission, fûck the bastard and get pregnant, but she decided to play good when we both know how evil she could be. Well, operation Ameerah didn't go as planned, Enzo is too smart for that.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Just then, Aisha's voice echoed from the sky, "I had thought to spare you, but it seems unnecessary now. Prepare to face the descent of the great evil god, Bahamut!" Evil god Bahamut? Wilbur's eyes widened in shock. The ground beneath him began to tremble violently, soon splitting open to reveal a massive chasm. From this abyss, a gigantic black serpent emerged. The serpent hissed, flicking its tongue, and its blood-red eyes made Wilbur's heart skip a beat. By now, the sun had set, and the moon hung in the sky, casting its silver light. The enormous figure of the evil god Bahamut loomed over Wilbur, its shadow engulfing him completely. Bahamut's crimson eyes locked onto Wilbur like a predato

“No. No, Eve, absolutely not. It’s better you pick Nate again and again than him. What are you thinking?” “Are you crazy?” I spat. “I don’t care. He’s the only option—” “I don’t care either!” Mia hissed. “That man is the devil himself. Don’t you recognize him? He’s the newly appointed Alpha of the pack.” My eyes widened. Sage Hawthorne. The devil Alpha himself. I had heard the rumors—the brutal way he took power, the cold warnings, the reputation he built in months after returning from abroad. He was feared. Respected. Untouchable.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

She safely escorted Lilian to the closet and closed the door while fighting with the assassins who were sent here to kill their madam. Actually Evan long knew about the plan of the Vordamorte family, it’s just he just wanted to kill all of the moles at once. However, he never thought of them to be this powerful. Those old bastards of his clan betrayed him badly. That's why he has to face that big team of elites of the Vordamorte family with his handful of soldiers or that’s what is known by those oldies. He purposely pretended to be smitten with Lilian to let them know she is no one special to him. It’s just another fling just like countless time he had a woman and killed them after he was

“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.