Evil Wife Novels & Stories

Kerri, the woman I desired, the woman that plagued my dreams, is broken, betrayed and vengeful. Perfect. Because a woman who has lost everything doesn’t need comfort. She needs a devil. And I’m the only man wicked enough to play that role for her.

His eyes were steady and very grey and held something she'd never seen in them before: the specific quality of a man waiting to be destroyed by something he's said. The omelet was burning.

Only a piece of the pool area could be seen. "Lo digo en serio (I'm mean it). Lo que Gael y su dulce esposa le hicieron a esos hombres, a Leonel, a Raymond, a todo el mundo; lo que nos hicieron... (What Gael and his sweet wife have done to these men, to Leonel, to Raymond, to everyone; what they have done to us...) Fue malo, incómodo y feo escuchar a un hombre como Raymond describirse a sí mismo como alguien tan débil (It has been bad, uncomfortable and ugly to hear a young man like Raymond describe himself as someone so weak), que se ha dejado influenciar por una mujer como esa (that he let himself be influenced by a woman like that), cuando sabemos que él no es débil, es la maldad actuando

“Hellcat, seriously?“ I groan, still holding her leg. “You don't wanna do that. My family won't appreciate you hurting me like this.“ As expected, she scoffs and pushes me away. “Why? Because you're a big baby? Okay. Remind me to aim for the face next time. And what part of ‘do not touch me’ is so hard to understand?“ Like hell. Her stupid rule will never matter to me. I'm Evren Valesca. “Point of correction, m'lady. I didn't touch you. I kissed you.“ “......“ Enjoying her reddening cheeks, I tease, “You enjoyed it, baby. I know you did.“ Because I definitely did and will be enjoying it for as long as I want. She doesn't reply, making me wonder if she did enjoy it or not. I hope she did. I'm

"If you're capable of this monstrosity, what else have you done? Was Hector right about you? Did you infect him that time?" Eva's facade seemed to crumble, her expression shifting to one of malice. "Let's play your game, sister. What if I infected Hector? What if I murdered Milana? What happens now? Hector is fine now, and Milana... She's dead. Dead women tell no tales. Your bond with Dimitri might have deceived you into thinking you're important to him, but a bond can only get you so far." "Are you confessing?" I demanded. Eva snorted. "You're reaching, and I'm painting your picture perfectly. Let's continue. If I'm this big bad wolf as you believe, why am I committing these sins? For what

From the corner of the courtyard, moving slowly but deliberately, Divine stepped forward. The woman Damien had once called his mate. But now I understood. She wasn’t just someone from his past. She was something else entirely. She was dangerous. A chill ran through me as I realized everything. All the pieces fit together in my mind. She was not simply his former mate. She was an evil sorceress. An evil woman. And the war, the chaos, everything that had happened, it all came from her. I watched as Divine took Neveah’s hand and led her down a narrow path. The path twisted and turned, leading to a tunnel I didn’t recognize. Neveah looked up at her, her small face confused.

Nobody said anything wrong at all about what she was really like. “What kind of appearance did you observed?” Vivian began suspiciously. “Please I would not hide any fact from you. Your outlook is like one of those modern women found in Hollywood and streets of the town. Your dressing violets modest fashion. You don’t look like the wife of a reasonable man; I am not pleased with your shameful appearance. Why do you allow demons to slip through you? Once again, I have the feeling of shame burning inside me, because your appearance connotes evil. Nobody ever believed that someone like you could do this nefarious act. One of these days you will be like one of those women who showed themselves i

I ask urgently. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” He says, I can see the layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggles, his eyes flickering from green-gold to red. My heart clenches at his words. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t know what to make of that. I refuse to believe that I am… what have I done that is so wrong - that makes me evil?

I lean back and Keith rolls his eyes before getting up and walking away. Now, it’s just me and the silence in the room. Many thoughts raced through my mind. Sometimes I wish I had a normal life like Emily does. No enemies. No pressure. No bloodshed, which happens often. Even if I have Emily forgive me for my actions, I don’t think she would ever like me because of who I am. I am the devil and she is an angel. Sometimes I even hate myself for who I am today. Is it because of my dad? Or is it because of my wrong choice?

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.