Evil Novels & Stories

Inside my chest, the fury that had been simmering since yesterday boiled over and I couldn’t take it anymore. My fork clattered against the plate. “You messed with the car,” I said, voice louder than I meant. It cracked on the last word. “You sabotaged it so I’d be late and I’d get punished. If you’re going to do this, fine. Punish me. But do it fairly. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t let the car break down on purpose. I didn’t plan to be ten minutes late. He set me up. That’s unjust. It’s cheating. And I’m the one who ends up scolded because of you.”

Yeah, but they're more interested in our football team and crazy cheerleaders like Vivian. "You sound like you're interested. Would you like to join us?" One of them asked, but I politely said I'd think about it. At the same time, I gave them the go ahead to leave, cheering out to the teams they mentioned. "We don't like Vipers. We support the T-Rexes," One corrected, making their interest known. "Their best player is known as D-Rex. He's the GOAT." "Okay. Have fun with your dinosaur players," I forced a grin, waving my hand at them.

He finally pulled out.. “oh godd, what did I just do.. Eva, I'm so sorry, I just couldn't control myself… I've always wanted you but you were already taken by Chris.” At the mention of Chris’ name.. Anger, pain, a reckless need for revenge and to feel wanted burned through me like wildfire.. I wanted to hurt Chris back but most of all I wanted to get laid and fucked roughly first. “Don't be sorry… I'm done with that bastard.” I yelled shakily.

As if we weren’t seconds away from total disaster “Mom? Are you still in there?” Damian knocked again. The door handle rattled as he tried to nudge it open. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! We're so fucked— “I—I’m good,” Mrs. Morales called out, her voice shaky but surprisingly steady. “The knots are just… a little more stubborn than we thought. Valia’s going deeper. That’s all.” What?! I stared at her in disbelief. She was lying there underneath Hurst’s throbbing cock, her lips still shiny with spit and his cum, and she was covering for him?

"Your ribs are still bruised from Bianca! Slow down!" "I'm fine!" she shouted back, ducking under a heavy swinging bag and driving her elbow into it with a fierce grunt. She refused to slow down no matter how much pain she was clearly in. I could see her wincing every time she twisted her torso, but her eyes were completely locked on the target. She was fueled by pure, unadulterated anger. Jax walked over to me to grab a water bottle, wiping his forehead with a towel. "Your friend is terrifying," he admitted, keeping his voice low. "Normal people take weeks to learn these evasion counters. She memorizes the movement after seeing it exactly once. She learns frighteningly fast compared to norm

Mirelle roars, slamming her heavy fist flat onto the wooden desk with pure, explosive fury. She completely lost all control of her beast the exact microsecond my tongue mentioned the high name of Mcqueen Sterling. Her pupils turn blood-red while her facial muscles contort into a hideous mask of ancient hatred. I knew my mother would lose her calm posture if my mouth brought up the ghost of Mcqueen, but my mind had absolute zero idea her inner wolf would unleash such an intense, terrifying reaction in the room. My physical body shudders in pure fear against the wall, but deep down inside my dark chest, my spirit is highly pleased by her explosive anger. Mother has been living too peacefully i

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

Chapter 4 Bella I’d been raped. He hit me, forced me down and raped me. I can’t believe this happened. I can’t breathe. I feel like the whole world is spinning around so fast and I can’t move. I feel sick. My life is over, nobody will want me now. He took it, he took my virginity. Why is everything spinning? I could hear someone calling my name, it sounded faded, like a ghost. How can a ghost be calling my name? Am I dead? “Bella!” I heard them call again. Who is calling me? Why does it sound so far away? I can hear engines, lots of them. Not car engines, motorbike engines. I don’t know anyone with a bike. Do I? I’m confused. Lots of lights flashing around me now. It’s dark outside and now I

explained Erito smiling somewhat cynically and in his slightly relaxing fashion. Delwyn Anderson stooped down his head instantly. He then realized that he’d underestimated this opponent of his standing in front of him. Laughing gently with his sadness, disappointment, cynicism, sarcasm, irony and litotes mixed one after another, Delwyn Anderson now lifted up his head again. He stared at Erito Ricky with his eyesight full of hatred, grudge, and vendetta.

"Oh really? You should thank me that I haven't killed you or tortured you till now because of your father's deed. Tell me exactly what you have plotted already. Did you call someone from your fucking hometown Italy to watch over us? Believe me, I won't mind killing your pretty little helping hands in front of you." With utmost shock Myra frowned. She doesn’t like the fact of killing or torturing someone. Her mother always kept her away from violence. She never knew why her mother always had a fear in her mind regarding Myra. It seemed like she already had an inner demon passed from her ancestors that could come out anytime. She closed her eyes to calm down her anger and fuming rage. She was