Novelas y relatos de Evil

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

We spent the day upgrading. First, the cards. Mom had a design program on her laptop. We created elegant but filthy business cards—matte black with gold lettering. On the front: Ebony Elite Pleasures – Discreet & Unforgettable. A simple silhouette of two curvaceous women. On the back, our anonymous contact info, rates (high), and a tagline: Let us worship your success… and drain every drop. We printed a thick stack on premium cardstock at a local shop, giggling like schoolgirls in the car on the way home.

“Eve.” The little girl’s eyes shifted toward the Director. Instantly, the warmth vanished from her face. “You.” It was a single word, cold and sharp enough to make Evelyn freeze in her tracks. Beneath Eve’s deceptively calm exterior, Ava felt a sudden pulse of hatred. It wasn't the volatile, hot-tempered anger of a child; it was a dark, subterranean loathing that had grown over decades of confinement. The kind of hatred that survives stone walls and thrives in absolute isolation.

I had seen that spark of defiance in her eyes on multiple occasions. Once I made it to my room, I made a beeline for the shower. My body held so much frustration and tension. I wanted to hunt down the motherfucker that had spiked Miranda's drink. Just thinking about the number of innocent girls the piece of shit probably took advantage of had my vision blurring with anger. I loathed those types of people — the types that preyed on the weak.

" You're a sweet little girl, Maia, don't say things that are gonna get you in trouble. Distract my class again and I'll make sure you write my exams over and over again. You know what that means, don't you?" Maia is speechless as she stares at me. " Now get your ass off my chair and fuck off." I glare at her. She bites her lip in anger and stands up from my chair as she leaves my office. I breathe out. I can't believe she'd said that just to see if I freak out. Thank God for my acting skills. That fucking bitch. ***

He cares for her. Revenge….so that was her motive.Revenge for a deed that must have happened in a previous life.This spirit carried a vendetta that must span numerous reincarnations for the man involved, her earthbound hatred hampering her own rebirth. “Only by releasing your hatred will you find peace,”Mrs Feeney said as gently as she could.She did not want to agitate the spirit before her, fearing for both Emma and Bethany.Their safety was paramount, they had no idea of her gift.It was her secret.

Oh God, I needed to get laid and fast. While blow-drying my hair, a notification caught my eye. Checking my phone, I ran across a text message from an unknown number. "You have been invited to the Black&White Club for an unforgettable night. This is your VIP code so that you can treat yourself with free drinks and private dancers for your pleasure. The code is 45572837. We are waiting for you! Don't miss out this one in a lifetime opportunity to make your wildest fantasies come true ;)!"

“ Ok, so what’d you like to talk to me about? “ I said annoyed after moments of silence. “ Would your pack like to come in and be peaceful or would you like to leave, “ he said seriously. “ What do you mean? This is our territory! “ I fumed “ I don’t want to be like our parents. I would like to propose a new way of handling our little, “ he paused to think, “ disagreement, “ “ You call the werewolves serving your mother’s head on a platter a disagreement? “ one of the bloodsuckers said. Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes went dark. I can’t explain it. It’s like the light reflecting from his eyes had gone. His veins popped out of his pale skin. Ethan grabbed the vamp’s throat. It was more of a threat tha

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

name:- so you don't contradict what is good and bad. demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people.