Evil Wife Novels & Stories

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

"Oh you stupid, stupid girl" "Catalina, let's talk about this," he says stopping in front of his car. The distance between us makes me want to scream. Am I contagious now? Why can't he come close? "Are you here to defend her?" I ask "Knowing what those men were planning on doing to me?" "Stop playing the victim. I only told them to scare you off" Valentina says. I raise my hand and backhand her. "I wasn't talking to you" "This is who she is, Kahlo." She screeches holding her cheek "Don't let her fool you with her innocent act. She's a bitch and a murderer. You can't love someone like her"

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

I could feel my powers coming back, but I knew deep inside me that it was only a tiny fraction of what I could do. Especially with the darkness in me. She gulped hard and settled back on the table. “Are… are you Aguya?” Her voice was tiny. “No, I’m way worse, darling.” I chuckled a bit. “I’m Eve. Wicked Eve.” As pale as a sheet, her skin whitened. “You-you’re Wicked Eve?” “Yes, yes I am. Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. But I need your help.” “B-But Wicked Eve is… she’s so powerful! There’s no way you’re her!” She said defiantly.

"Well if you'd get untired of them I'd bet you'd be a hundred times happier, I know I would." Her left eye god-damn twitched. Fuck. I'm screwed. "I want a letter of resignation on my desk by the end of the night and your things gone," she said without a hint of sympathy in that ice-cold, leathery soul of hers. "Whoa, whoa, wait, Mrs. Evans," She turned to leave but I sidestepped her and planted myself in the doorway. She stared at me with the most disinterested look in her eyes and I knew I'd have to pull a miracle out of my ass to get through to her. "Okay, look. I know I'm a fuck up—" Probably wouldn't get anyway cussing in front of her but it's already left my mouth. I couldn't suck it ba

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

Little Zi Yan wraps her arms around his shoulders, "Wong Yi, from now on, you owe me your life. You have to serve as my servant, okay? You can learn from me here on, the big boss." She begins to walk with him past the garden, "Let me tell you.. In my house, I am always ignored by the servants. Guess what I do? I take revenge on them. I burn their dresses and purposefully step on their foot. Evil, I know!" Looking at him with a proud smile, little Zi Yan exclaims, "That is why you cannot let others step over you, you know? You gotta puff up and fight for yourself, Wong Yi." He nods, "Okay, I understand now.."

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

“I helped you back then. You should have cared for my daughter. I trusted you. She trusted you. But after all you are a witch, not to be trusted at all. You.. you killed her! Why..?? Just because you wanted her powers!! How greedy you are, Eva. Now see for yourself the outcome of this greed of yours. I, the former snake queen, Lisa Navaire, Mother of the Only Virgin Snake Queen, Estella Navaire, whom you killed mercilessly for your greed, power and your own profit…. CURSE YOU s With all my powers and my soul’s energy that the most powerful weapon you would ever have will be the reason for your doom, your death. You will die painfully, loosing every breath slowly. And you will never remember

Releasing a frosty breath through his nose, he lifted his head from his bow and gave Eliane a wide wolfish grin. “Funny how sometimes, evil starts to grow when we desperately desire something. No matter how you do something good, you end up listening to the whispers of darkness instead.” Eliane looked at him sideward, like a mother proud of her son; a sister that welcomes her long-lost brother with unwavering open arms. “Evil is like a flower. When it blooms, it will keep on blooming…”