Evil Names Male Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" Eva's eyes widened in surprise but she didn't stop having that mocking expression on her face. "If you say so…" "Eva, I assure you, that man and I have nothing..." "Did you have it in the past?" “No, those rumors are not true. He's not gay." "¿Do you?" she widened her eyes. "Neither and you should know that very well." "There's nothing wrong with liking both, male and females." “¡Eva!” Eva smiled and took his hand. “I'm just playing with you. Besides, I have to take revenge for the scare you gave me a few minutes ago.”

Fantasy. I can fantasize all day long about having a big strong man, sweep me off my feet. Love, honor and cherish me and my kids till our last days. But there is just no way that is real. Plus, this particular book reminds me of my life with my ex husband. The villain vampire Samael.. Manipulative, controlling, excessive, and has a temper. Talon. Always reminded me of Samael. He was mean. Degrading. Abusive. Manipulative. And most importantly evil.

The core difference between good and evil is that good empowers the vulnerable, and evil preys on them. Sera wrapped the scarf around her neck, concealing the evidence of his assault on her skin. Her body was now nothing but a canvas of fading and fresh hickeys. Sera had no delusions. She knew she was vulnerable against his might. His family owned the entire Spain, including the authorities. They ruled the underworld. Serrano's were not only the richest but also the most feared. Her dad had told chilling stories of how they tortured their enemies in their torture cell. They were bad news. And it was her bad luck that she caught the eyes of the worst among them. Nate.

Just a file drop with a single encrypted note attached. Crest Vantage has a ghost. Inside man, that moves money so clean it looks like magic. Goes by R. Vale in the books. Real name’s probably Elias Vale. Watch your back...he’s deep in Black family shit. Elias Vale. I stared at the name until it burned into my brain. Not some outsider, someone inside the Black organization. Quiet money guy. The kind who probably knew where all the bodies were buried because he handled the payments for the shovels.

Like I’d grown more powerful. Then Kendall had dropped the real bomb. “There’s a man in this town named Calder Thorn,” she’d said, pacing in front of us like a general addressing troops. “He’s dangerous. More dangerous than any of you can imagine. He wants to destroy Ridgeway Oaks, to drive out the humans and take over the territory for his kind.” “His kind?” Brandon had asked, his face showing confusion like the rest of us.

His voice was low and rich, making her skin tingle. “I'm sorry about what happened earlier,” Valen said as he drew closer to her, closing the gap between them. “I momentarily lost control,” he continued. Let me introduce myself, he said in his husky voice sending chills down her body. “I'm Valen, Vampire Lord of the Eastern Clan.” He said, extending his hands for a handshake, his crimson eyes watching her intently. Ella hesitated, her gaze flicking between his face and his outstretched hand. Her thoughts wandered, Are all vampire lords this powerful, intimidating, and… domineering? She quickly shoved the thought away, shaking her head mentally.

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”

Only one man whose face burns behind my eyes. Valen Blackbane.

I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath. Vincenzo Drakvolk. The tallest. The leader. Amber eyes that burned slow like embers under ash, voice that could command armies or unravel panties with a single syllable. Lorenzo Drakvolk. Gold-eyed devil with a smirk that promised sin, hands that looked made for breaking things—or making them beg. Valentino Drakvolk. The quiet one. White hair like fresh snow on a grave, silver eyes that never blinked when they decided something belonged to them. The one they called the devil not because he was cruel, but because he

Damon POV Eva is known to the fact that I am bisexual and have actually fucked men in their ass. I love wild sex and pain is my speciality, however Eva killed the man in his ultimate breath. I was stunned. I myself would never do that to someone's ass with a six centimeter radius rod.