Evil Novels & Stories

They started bickering and exchanging slick comments. I got my books out of my locker and slammed it so loud, it made them shut their mouths and turn to me. I showed them my brightest fake smile, "As much as I'd love to be in the middle of whatever this is, I've got to get going." I started walking away, "Thanks for the invite though Emma." "You're welcome, and it's Eva." she yelled after me. **

Opening my eyes, I stared at the mirror gloomily. Doctors asked me to get on my medication, but, it made me feel too controlled, too sane. I liked my deranged mind, I liked my insanity. My insanity fueled my darkness, it made me feel powerful; neurotic. I liked the jumbled up mess that my mind was. It didn't allow me to feel bad and blocked my unusually high empathy level, I hated feelings. With them inside me, I wouldn't hesitate to kill. My mind drifted off to her. Her.

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

I yelled out of frustration. "Don't fucking yell at me I could've left you there to die! I could've let him rape you and kill you. If I wanted to I could've waited till he killed you so that you could kill him and collect the money my damn self!" He yelled as his eyes darkened. Dylan's a very attractive man but when he gets angry like this it's incredibly scary. He almost looks like a different person, he gets so infuriated that he can't control his impulses. But at this point I had nothing to loose

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"It was... uncalled for." ​Vince snorted, stabbing a piece of grilled chicken with his fork. "Uncalled for? That’s a Tuesday for Luke Cromwell. You’re lucky he only told you to move two steps. Last month, he told a lead designer that their color palette was ‘offensive to the eyes of anyone with an IQ above fifty.’ The guy quit an hour later." ​"He wasn't always like this, was he?" I asked, testing the waters. "Mateo said the accident changed him."

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes. Weasel didn’t say a word and Jake was glad for the silence. He felt absolutely nothing. It was the same every single time. He didn’t feel remorse, or guilt. It was just blank. What did that make him? He felt other things; love, anger, regret. There was probably a name for people like him. He opened his eyes and wondered if Weasel feared him more now. The kid had a lot to learn. He was only 20, not much younger than he was, but a kid in so many ways.

Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me. She had power over that Angel. With his eyes still shut, he began to curse and mutter words in languages that was foreign to her ear. “Irene,” he called, then cursed. “Stop.” She raised an enquiring eyebrow. “Stop.” Then underneath his breath, “Goddammit.” Irene smiled, amused, “Can't handle it?” “I won't orgasm in that manner. If I do then you must have spent hours on your knees. I can't wait that

Minus Viper’s lips formed a slight smile, but his eyes burned with anger. “I have to apologize. Clearly, I didn’t quite make the impression on you gentlemen that I had intended.” “Now, don’t be too sure about that,” I said. “If your intention was to show us that you’re a psychopath that mutilates his own people due to his own personal fuckups, then let me assure you, message received. Wouldn’t you say, Clutch?”