Evil Novels & Stories

Ian was fuming inside because Kimberly wasn’t giving him an reasonable explanation as to why she can’t go camping, she rather chose to ignore him, which killed him even more. “Can you give me one good reason why you’re ignoring this conversation?” he suddenly asked with clenched teeth, hoping she’d enlighten him more on why she was against the trip. But didn’t get a response from Kimberly, who instead of answering his question, totally ignored it. That was it! He can’t tolerate her acting like he didn’t exist. Storming to her, he grabbed her by the arm, making her yelp in pain. “Answer me God damnit!” he fumed.

How's that innocent? Disinterested in Ben's submission about Jack, Miriam crumpled her face and shot a bloodshot look at Ben. She yanked the duvet off her unclad body and slid her panties on. She reached for her camisole and slid it on before storming out of the room to the lounge ''Bullshit!'' Miriam cursed. ''Total bullshit!'' Ben scuttled after her feeling a pang of regret for his submission on Jack. He slid into his boxer shorts hurriedly and made for the lounge where Miriam had reached for a stick of cigarette to relax her temper.

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.

mad? "YOU FUCKER!" Something blows my jaw again. It's hard enough to rattle my brain and put things into places. Oh, fuck. I thought I said all of that in my head. And then everything goes dark. ****

“You’re bold, I’ll give you that. But you’re naive if you think this can end peacefully.” “Then tell me what you want,” Olivia pressed. “If it’s revenge, fine. But dragging innocent people into this won’t make you feel better.” For a moment, Emilia’s expression softens, and Olivia thought she might have gotten through to her. But then Emilia’s lips curled into a cold smile. “What I want,” she said, her voice dripping with malice, “is to see Victor suffer. And the best way to do that is through you.” Before Olivia could react, the room erupted into disorder. Emilia’s men emerged from the shadows, guns drawn, and Victor’s guards sprang into action.

That’s how he got the title bloody devil. “Arvan, send more of our men to the south side of the city. Both of us are enough here to deal with those useless dogs of Vordamorte’s. I don't know why those old dogs of my clan were so sure that these weaklings could kill me, lol.” Evan taunted while killing two more of his enemies with just one bullet. He took out his customized HK-416 assault rifle and started his devil mode.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Evelyn's icy gaze bore into Lisa, a faint smile curling on her lips as she stepped closer. The air between them crackled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife. "What do I want?" Evelyn echoed, her voice dripping with mockery. "I want you to understand that you are nothing in this game. You’ve meddled in affairs far beyond your comprehension. Ace’s condition was always meant to serve a higher purpose—a purpose that you are woefully unequipped to grasp."

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.

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.