Evil Within Stefano Novels & Stories

“Please—God, please—” His laugh was wicked. “No, Elena. Beg me. Not God.” “I hate you,” I gasped. “Lie better.” His thumb brushed my clit, and the world shattered. I cried out, clamping down around him, trembling so hard I thought I’d collapse. “Cazzo, sei così stretta.” (Fuck, you’re so tight.) My body convulsed, waves dragging me under, until I was boneless in his arms, panting, half-sobbing.

Because all this time, let alone their first meeting together, Stellina had only seen Diego's violent side. That's why Stellina didn't expect Diego to act humanely every time. Diego's life was filled with guns, murder, illegal business, and the like. Unfortunately, Diego's humane actions only surfaced recently. So Stellina still couldn't believe it. "I'm evil, but no human is completely evil," Diego replied before taking a sip of his drink. He leaned forward, looking out the window. Stellina sneered. As she looked back out the mansion's window, she took another sip of her drink.

“I begged you…” Ste-phen’s body convulsed, teeth gritting hard as the chains clanged louder now. He thrashed, yanking at the bindings until his wrists bled even more. The sound of a blade slicing. Their cries abruptly cut off in his head. Their bodies crumpled before him. A loud roar of pain and fury burst from Ste-phen's chest as he half-shifted. “Kill them all!” he roared again, his eyes those of a bloodthirsty monster.

“Did you know that your Queen is a murderess? Who killed an innocent child?” Just saying it, turned Rachel’s stomach. She could tell Vivianne was speaking the truth. There was no way anyone could fake such emotion. Also, evil was known to use the truth to its own advantage. She probably mentioned it, to sow the seeds of discord. Stefano turned to look at her, his expression stoic. “I knew about the curse,” he said. “She only told me about it recently, but I swear to you, I knew nothing about Vivianne having a daughter. I can’t wrap my head around the idea of Sophia killing an innocent child.”

If I didn't do so, they would strip me of everything and even go after the people around me. His eyes settled on Camilla, his tone devoid of warmth. "From beginning to end, there was only that one night you arranged. The baby she's carrying is the result of IVF. It's nothing more than a tool for you to tie me down and secure your positions!" "T-That's not true…" Camilla trembled. "Stefano, how can you say that? We… had feelings for one another. You said you'd take responsibility for me…" "Responsibility?" Stefano scoffed. "The people I should've taken responsibility for were Alessandra and Niccolo. I let your threats cloud my judgment. I let that so-called power blind me, so I hurt them and

Gabe suggested. "Gosh no! It would make me seem like a heartless villain. I don't think I want to hurt the poor innocent child on purpose even" I countered. "You realize it's not even a child yet right?" Gabe deadpanned. "Yeah, but still…" I said. "Okay I get it, no harm to the baby" He replied. "But what about you seduce Stephano to be more into you and to not be the tiniest bit attracted to Bianca" he suggests again.

“But Ezra is only protecting me because we are step-siblings. He might have hated me at first, but he is the future King, and he knows that executing or expelling a member of his own household would make the royal family look weak and divided.” I took a step forward, my boots squelching softly in the silence. “And about the rogues… I swear, I did not know Mateo was one of them. I was stupid and naive. I thought I was helping a man who had been tortured, but I was wrong…I was manipulated. If I had known what he was, I would have killed him myself.” Soren’s eyes narrowed into slits, his gaze heavy and brooding as he weighed my words. He looked at me, then at my mother, who was still clutching

"I just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

I spin around to see Stefano, arm extended, gun smoking in his hand. “What the fuck, Stefano?” I scream, my ears ringing. “The next one goes in his head,” Stefano says, terrifyingly calm. “Just because I let that bastard inside live doesn’t mean shit. He’s alive because you would hate me. Know this.” I glance back at the valet. A dark stain spreads across the front of his pants as he trembles in shock and fear. Tears begin to fill my eyes as I stare at him. Stefano is so possessive that he would shoot this random guy, but he won’t even fucking kiss me. Why am I cursed to like someone like this?