Evil Times Two Novels & Stories

Enough that the next hard wind, the next curious scavenger, or the next careless tug would send the whole thing collapsing into the dirt. Then I left. When it happened, it happened beautifully. One team blamed another for raiding them. Another accused their own sentry of falling asleep. Someone actually punched a teammate over spoiled meat. Silas heard that one and grinned. “You are evil.” I glanced at him. “You say that like it’s a complaint.” “It’s admiration.” And the final strike came that evening. I’d been tracking their shared resupply pattern for almost a full day before I found the center of it: a half-collapsed watchtower near the northern edge of the game field, tucked between two

The Temple was safe, secured not by walls or code, but by the weight of Julian's own catastrophic secret. Hook Question: Evelyn has achieved checkmate by threatening the China Trade vulnerability. What are the final, non-negotiable terms Evelyn will demand from Julian now that he has physically backed down, and how will she use the threat of the Blackstream attack to legally solidify the Temple's permanent status?

Later, at the banquet, I looked around and did not spot Iris anywhere. As I turned, I bumped into Damon's arms, his familiar scent sending a jolt through me. Memories came flooding back, overwhelming me like a tidal wave. The agony of my previous life with Iris was inescapable. In my previous life, Iris had tampered with my meds, knocking me out with wolfsbane and landing me in a clinic. Damon was frantic, begging the healer for help. He punched Iris right in the face, his voice thundering as he shouted, "She should never have been yours!"

"We know about the Ghost Layer, Dominic." ​Reed smiled, a genuinely charming, terrifying smile. "Yes, the Ghost Layer. I designed it to broadcast the theft to the IRAB—the very body I control. You tell them I’m stealing it, and they’ll file a report with Vesper, my own company. A perfect closed loop."

Alpha Torin had threatened, was far more powerful than any numbing toxin. If you are late, there will be severe consequences. Torin’s deep, gravelly warning echoed in the quiet corners of her mind. Beside it, her father’s lethal whisper chimed in like a sickening harmony: He will give you to his monsters for their pleasure. Eva scrambled to her feet, her stiff joints popping painfully in the dark. She didn't dare use the pathetic cot; she hadn't touched it all night, too terrified that if she made herself comfortable, she might oversleep. She quickly checked the heavy iron lace veil resting on the small table, ensuring it was ready for later, but for now, she needed to move. She smoothed dow

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

He almost lost his normal weight from 55 kilos to 45, he had not eaten well for the past weeks though Angelic never forget to send her healthy foods, he would not eat them, instead he would give it to the other detainees. One rainy night, he was feeling uncomfortable on his bed, there were rats under it making little noise which sounds irritating. He opened the light to check the underneath portion of his bed, the light flickered on and off. He thought that there was something wrong with the electric line so he turned the light off and returned to his bed. He gently closed his eyes and a cold breeze of the wind blown inside his cell, suddenly, the wall clock hung on the wall dropped and made

Meera Pov "Be a good fiancee and tell your men how you writhed in pleasure underneath me and begged for my little one." His dark black monstrous eyes swept over me as though I am his fun toy to play with. Don't. Don't Meera. Just don't lose control. He is trying to get back at you. He is a coward to choose this kind of means. I'll fucking show you how to take revenge on someone. How did this fucking idiot become Xela in the first place?

After all, he needed to be alive to use the Evil Badges. "Fine! One Evil Badge it is! However, I should be honest with you. Wellis charges a high price, but he can bring squads up to eighty kilometers into the Evil Plains, but you're only able to go fifty! It's normal for him to charge a higher price." Gunther scoffed and did not answer, but he had an unhappy look on his face. Yet, he had to admit that Wellis' senses were much stronger than his.

“You warned her to get away and that an organization called evil is coming, did you not?” “Yes, I most certainly did. Why else would I be here?” Jone said, his shoulders shuddering. “And it’s not evil. It’s E.V.I.L.” He spelled the letters one after the other. Everett took a deep breath and resumed. “How did you know they were coming?” Everett asked. “Wrong question again!” Jone scoffed. “Did you not prepare the question properly, Alpha?” Everett did not react but for a single side look at Jone. “How do you want to proceed then, Mr. Clooney?”