Evil Neighbor Novels & Stories

Scumbags and liars and betrayers and cheaters. Earl was one of them. Nice but with a core of evil. I nearly spat on my way back to the kitchen.

For a moment, just a brief moment, in the corner of her mind, something in her had almost began to believe that he wasn't completely evil, but alas, his true nature proved her wrong, he was a merciless devil. Vivian slowly picked herself up with shaky legs, she walked away from the garden and from the stack of dead bodies feeling painfully disgusted with her self.

“You warned her to get away and that an organization called evil is coming, did you not?” “Yes, I most certainly did. Why else would I be here?” Jone said, his shoulders shuddering. “And it’s not evil. It’s E.V.I.L.” He spelled the letters one after the other. Everett took a deep breath and resumed. “How did you know they were coming?” Everett asked. “Wrong question again!” Jone scoffed. “Did you not prepare the question properly, Alpha?” Everett did not react but for a single side look at Jone. “How do you want to proceed then, Mr. Clooney?”

I ask urgently. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” He says, I can see the layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggles, his eyes flickering from green-gold to red. My heart clenches at his words. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t know what to make of that. I refuse to believe that I am… what have I done that is so wrong - that makes me evil?

I placed the nail perfectly against the board reaching behind me taking the hammer from Victor's outstretched hand. "When will you be returning north?" Victor asked as I tapped the nail into the board. "Probably after the killing has ended" I confessed dreading the return back north since it was like returning to my problems. Patience was also doing much better here, for the night we've slept side by side, she hasn't woken up once from a night terror. Patsy and the others were also treated more fairly here, it was like we were all in a bubble of serenity.

I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons. I'd seen every kind of lunatic imaginable, including the creepy exhibitionist guy, the schizophrenic teenage girl, and the fitness trainer who brought home different muscular men every night. In the beginning, I figured a divorced woman raising a child alone probably had it rough, so I tried to be patient and kept things peaceful. I never expected her to take advantage of people like it was the most normal thing in the world. Everything she said was appalling, and she had absolutely no concept of basic decency. Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before.

"His thirst for revenge became the only thing he lived for, and his evil side overwhelmed the good and took over his soul so much that he is now evil to the very core of his soul. "Because evil is powerful and fearful, this makes them more powerful and fearful too, but this scenario happens only rarely. Elliott is only the second that we know about in our history. He is now evil as evil dominates his soul and his heart is stone cold." Alisa gasped. That did not seem like the Elliott she knew.

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y

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.

“HAHAHA! YOU SAID YOU'RE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM ME BUT YOU ARE JUST THE SAME AS ME. I wonder what the would be the Lord God reaction if he knew that his granddaughter became the most hateful being like me! Admit it, you also like killing innocent people. Just like me, you like seeing them in despair. You are no different from me—” Evelyn cut off her words and coldly answered. “I am different from you. There was no one in the place that I bombed. In other words, there were no living beings that were in the Marvick Clan when I bombed the place. I'm not as heartless as you. Although I hated them, I don't want to dirty my hands for them but I'm willing to dirty my hands to kill you.” Marva's