Evil Mother In Law Novels & Stories

To console her, Evie’s mom said that evil people would get their just desserts and taste the same or worse kind of pain they inflicted on others when heaven punished them. Evie snorted. There’s no need to wait for heaven. That demented woman had succeeded to push Evely to death in her previous life. Evie would exact vengeance on her behalf. After all, there was no one better to punish lousy, evil humans than a very angry demigod. “Evely totally depended on that woman. She could not even remember how she was tortured by that bitch!” Francis’ voice was followed by a crack and Evie’s heart constricted a bit hearing her father cry. She did not know when it began, but maybe, it’s the memory of th

HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED, LEO…I WILL GET MY REVENGE, FOR MY CHILD… At that moment, a piercing howl rips through the air which made every hair on his body stand. It felt like a slap on his face, he could not believe it – his mate was not human! All this time he had thought of her as a measly human! That howl – that painful howl was her. His own wolf confirmed it when he whimpers at the sound of her painful calls.

As the echoes of her cry faded into the air, Valeria's voice trembled with a mixture of fury and pain. "You're evil, Richie!" she shouted, her words ringing out in the empty room. "Your true face will be seen eventually, and everyone will know the monster you truly are!" Her heart pounding with righteous indignation, Valeria surveyed the wreckage around her, the shattered vase a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed her life. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she refused to let them quench the fire burning within her soul.

“Nobody is beyond repair but if anyone asks me to bring out the person who has sacrificed the most in his lifetime I will call you out.” “So what're we talking about, the demonic woman who did this to you is living under one of your roofs, spending your money without the public being aware of how she birthed the evil in you that they see today.” “And don’t mind me that I called it evil, it’s just for you to understand where I’m trying to drive my point into, they see you as that very hard and rugged man, who always gets what he want no matter which route he has to take right!”

That savage woman abused her power, and Damon paid the price in blood. And then the truth cut deeper: Shefali was the one who hit Eva. Shefali — Eva’s soul sister, her best friend, the one person she trusted above all else. That betrayal alone was enough to unravel everything. Eva did make some mistakes under mine and Damon's influence, but hitting a pregnant woman with a car — that was truly demonic. And without any doubt, I could see that the sweet, kind Shefali had truly become demonic and cruel. It twisted the ground beneath me. If Shefali could be that cruel towards Eva, what else was she capable of? And if she ever uncovered the secret I’ve been hiding — buried from Eva, from my family

"She's so obsessed with fighting over a man that she's forgotten the most basic rule of this life: you don't disrespect an elder." "On the day of the Madre's glorious return, she says something this ominous in public. Does she have a death wish?" "She has a viper's heart. Today she curses her mother-in-law for power, tomorrow she'll be colluding with our enemies to kill the Don!" "Don, a woman with no bottom line is a ticking time bomb. She needs to be dealt with." Even my mother gripped my sleeve nervously, whispering a plea. "Helen, you can't just say things like that."

Every anger and pain and fury all those years ago, I shouted down at that mind-linked bond towards her. “You’ll pay in blood, you bitch!” I mirrored her hair-raising laugh. “You’ll pay in blood, Elodie. I’ll make you pay in blood even if you’re my sister, you fucking ugly whore!” With that, I, Evadne, formerly from the Moonflame Pack, stepped into the snowy forest—and never glanced back behind me.

I spat in anger as I looked her square in the eyes, her anger matching mine. “What? Did I strike a nerve?! You can't handle the truth? The truth that you carry bad blood, that you're nothing but a pathetic little loser and nothing will change that!" “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up you bitch! You know nothing about my mother!" I said in anger as I fought the urge to just kill her. “I know her enough to know she robbed many families of their loved ones. She's an evil witch, and you're just like her!”

“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.

The four exchanged strange looks and hushed words. “I’ll try to say it as simply as possible,” Demeter said, folding her hands on the table. “You’re one of the two Children of Iniquity, the Child of Darkness. A malevolent creature of evil that appears in our world once in a while.” ‘Me? A malevolent creature of evil? That’s not possible. There has to be a mistake somewhere.’ She wanted to argue. She wasn’t calling herself a saint, but evil wasn’t a word she would associate herself with. She tried to be at peace with all people, no matter how annoying they were. Sweetheart? Yes. Nice? Also yes. Pushover? She didn’t like admitting it, but sometimes. But evil? No.