Evil Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“See if someone would come here and help you when you’re not supposed to be here.” “You’re crazy like your mother!” She hissed angrily. “Did you know what my mom said about your mother? You are exactly like her.” She smiled, irking at me. “Eve is an illegitimate child whose mother was a maid and a father who didn’t want to recognize her. And you? You didn’t even know who your father was!”

“I hate how full I am. I hate that you didn’t even ask. I hate that my mum thinks you’re respectable.” His lips brushed my neck. “I love that she does.” I gasped. “Oh my God, you’re evil,” I hissed, my voice cracked and trembling and way too high-pitched to sound intimidating. “You’re not just evil. You’re like evil with a capital E. Like if Lucifer had a cock and a mansion and a fucking six-pack and ruined girls for fun while their mums were on speakerphone thinking he was a God-sent father figure..that’s you. “That’s who you are. You’re the reason I’m going to hell. You’re the reason I’m going to wake up tomorrow with a cross carved into my thighs and no hymen and a permanent tremor in my

“I called you because I failed to get close to her… this mountain, this area, is overrun with ferals. Thousands, maybe…. more than even our pack to take on, given that no one has seen a battle in twenty-five years.” “What?” This time, it’s a union of my dad and his subs. Moving forward into immediate hostility, the true senior warriors of our pack, and yet even with them here, it’s not enough. The last fight they had was before I was even born. “Is she ok….is she trapped? How did this happen? I thought most ferals had dispersed or been killed off…. solitary ones were all that remained.” It hangs in the air like a heavy weight, and I can’t find the words to say it. To dash their hope and pier

She was unable to end this deathly love triangle. But I will end this deathly love triangle. For my child, I will end it. “There is too much evil in this world.” I start. Rome’s eyebrows twitch in confusion. “There should be a balance. In the world we live in, we have Good and we have Evil. The two coexist together. And we have accepted it. Evil exists so that we appreciate the Good. Good exists to subdue and neutralize the effects of the Evil. We all need the Good and the Evil to live in peace.”

" The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged. My older brother, Elio, is a fucking genius. The players are too busy thinking about girls' asses or tits to realize that the dealer is ripping them off. They lose their money in the game, and in the tips, they leave to the girls. Alvize leads me to another door, the one reserved exclusively for Family business, and then he takes me down a succession of corridors. Only, just as we reach the "office," the old man freezes, and I can hear him whispering eagerly:

To her shaking head, I gritted with determination. “Don’t you see it, E? The fact that you can’t find it means it’s deeply hidden. And people like Val wouldn’t hide something this deep unless—.” “Unless it would destroy him.” “It must be the truth. And it will save my father’s name—the Kratos name—our Blood Moon pack! I must do it.” Eva lowered her voice, her fear increased, “From the looks of it, Val kept Marion as his sex slave, A. What if he does the same to you?”

The wasting sickness had stolen her strength, and the realm had stolen more, and yet she ran, because the alternative was to stop, and to stop was to be unmade. Beside her, Eva ran too, her grip on her mother's hand tight enough to bruise, her other hand clutching the guide's wrist. The guide—who had no name, who had never needed one until now—stumbled between them, his newly opened eyes blinking against the chaos of the collapsing world, his borrowed form struggling to maintain coherence in a reality that was losing its grip on the distinction between solid and void. He was weak. He was alive. And he was, for the first time in the uncountable span of his existence, afraid.

Without any further contemplation, I walked out of the marquee, unable to muster enough motions or strength to even run, or tears to spill from my soulless eyes for that matter. The indestructible power of evil had been shown to me for the very first time, and the innocent soul of Madam Maxima paid the price and perished torturously. My frozen mind bubbled one crucial thought as my legs forced their way of out of the place, that my dream of a life filled with peace and bliss, lay far from my reach…as I viewed myself stuck in the never-ending realm of evil….

Just textbooks, curfews, and nights where my hand would wander under the sheets, chasing something I couldn't even name. My body ached for it... throbbed for it, in ways that left me flushed and frustrated, staring at the ceiling wondering what a man's hands would actually feel like. Dad had meant well. "Something to help with your studies, Nat. Virtual tours, simulations. The guy at the shop said it's top-of-the-line." He had no idea the sleek black headset he'd handed me was glitching on the adult firmware, or that the moment I powered it on and synced it, the loading screen dissolved into something far more dangerous.

They sometimes give you hope but, in turn, will make you believe that everything they do is right and follow in their way. Living with Eva was the worst thing that happened to me. I lived in a nightmare where girls are valuable and boys are less important when selling or having babies. Girls at thirteen are considered to find a potential donor from the men in the Order and give birth to babies. Eva planned to grow a kingdom where she would show everyone who put her down and rule the world.