Novel & Cerita Evil

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

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“Did something happen though?” He was silent for a while before speaking up. “You know, I kinda fought with my dad.” “Oh.” “And I know that’s not an excuse,” he took Alex’s hands in his. “I was just in a really bad mood and I guess I didn’t want to hurt you unintentionally because of my bad mood so I just kept to myself. I was afraid if I kept on talking, I was going to say the wrong words to upset you or something.” “Oh,” Alex drew circles around Seb’s hand with his thumb. “It’s fine. I do understand you.”

I say to her. She nods, but I don’t think she believes me. I only mildly believe myself. “Julia will be so heartbroken to hear,” she says, wiping at tears in the corners of her eyes. “She doesn’t deserve this.” “I know she doesn’t.” I definitely agree with her there. “But Jeff Thompson is an evil bastard who’s been harming her for far too long. Now, I will make him pay for his transgressions.” Cindy nods, a determined look on her face. “I sure hope you do.”

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.

Little by little, she repaid each cut she received and gave many back to him in return. “Who cares if a bunch of loudmouth, abusive, speciesist Drogar bet against me?” Eva retorted. “It’s their fault for being too idiotic to think for themselves, to think ‘oh maybe I shouldn’t bet against the ape that keeps winning’. I would think that any sane person would actually stop and think about that.” “That’s exactly the problem,” he said. “You keep riling up their anti-human hate!” “Yeah, well, any anti-human that comes at me is gonna get cut. That means you!!”

“You have ruined everything, you lied to us and now you’ve taken dad away from us again! You are evil!” “Why did you come into our lives? Why did you come to ruin us? Why are you so cruel?” I fell in front of them, shaking my head with my teary face and blurry vision, “I just wanted to make you happy, I didn’t mean to ruin anything, I just wanted to give you three a nice birthday and..” “We do not want a birthday without our mom, and you promised to bring her to us, but you lied. You are a liar! Lair! And cruel!”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV As father put it, today was the day I would finally meet the man who would own me. Apparently, I will become his bitch. I would rather stab out my own eyes and eat them than be someone's property. Who do these guys think they are?

The teacher did nothing, even when she complained about it. Phil sat there with that smug look on his face, and she just couldn’t take it anymore. She picked up the Dictionary - a heavy, hardback thing - and bashed him around the head with it a few times. It might not have been the best solution, but sure enough, Phil wouldn’t be bothering her for at least a few weeks.

"What if the person who did it is someone very close to you? Someone who already has the codes to this house? Damian came to the conservatory today. He said his mother doesn't have those codes. He said someone inside Voss Industries is doing this to you." The moment the name *Damian* left my lips, the entire mood in the room changed. The air became heavy and suffocating. Alexander didn't move for a long three seconds. Then, he set his glass down on the marble counter with a sharp, heavy clink that made me gasp. He turned around slowly, and the look on his face made me want to run and hide in the dark. His blue eyes were no longer tired; they were filled with a dark, volatile fury.