Evil Wife Novels & Stories

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

"But you were the one tricked by them. Next time if you don't want to endanger yourself pretend you never saw any like those earlier," The voice that sounds angelic was different from the voice he had earlier from the bad guys making Iris felt hot. Then suddenly without knowing, she feels like she’s not in control with her body anymore. The thing that the lady earlier – named Elvie had brought to her mouth was an aphrodisiac. Now, she had been affected by such effect Wilhelm see the lady stumble on the ground as she laid there breathing hard enough while holding her chests 'What's wrong with her? Don't tell me!'

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?

He chose Eve—that calculating, heartless woman—and murdered me and my child. “I’ve admired Eve for a long time. To me, she’s like a goddess—pure and beautiful. Not like some she-wolf who only holds an empty title granted by the witch…” “Who knows? Maybe she even bribed the witch to make such outrageous claims—that she alone can birth powerful pure-blooded werewolves!”

She once said to me that she believed Annika was hiding some dark secret. "Believe me, Viv. She's sneaky," Jess whispered to me after her first meeting with Annika. "Come on, Jess. She's nice. Stop being mean to her," I argued. "You know I went on vacation in Asia this summer. I made some friends there. They taught me how to read people's character from their faces. I can tell you, Annika Summers has a bad character; she's just in disguise." "Now, you believe in superstition," I rolled my eyes.

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

He had to humiliate me, to hurt me, just to prove some twisted point. What did I ever do to deserve that? I’ve never understood why some men feel the need to assert their power in such cruel ways. It’s like they see women as objects, something to conquer or control, rather than as human beings with their own thoughts and feelings. It’s sickening, and it makes me feel so small, so powerless. “I’m so sorry, Emily,” Lizzie’s voice breaks through my thoughts, soft and filled with guilt.“I should never have asked you to bring my wallet. I didn’t know... I didn’t think...”