Faust Mayhem Novels & Stories

“No, thanks. I don’t really drink.” He emptied the glass first and breathe deeply, looking tense. His forehead wrinkled collecting his thoughts. “About your father, I hope you care to consider not telling him about Davon or about Nixon. I’m protecting my people against a possible attack.” “Attack?! I’m sorry, but this is bothering me. Can you please tell me why my Dad hate your kind? Enlighten me.” Faustus move to the window staring afar. I know his mind was imagining the things happened in the past. It could be painful, but I really to understand how this all started.

"Could it be that they know just how worthless you are and are unwilling to spend their hard earned money on you, despite the pretty garbage that you are?" Diana swallowed. She was not going to allow Faustina get to her. Her words could not be as worse as the fate awaiting her in the hands of whoever bought her. "Though you might not want to know because you can do nothing about it, I will tell you so that you know the fate that awaits you. "This person now, is Alpha Merrick of the Eclipse Pack. He is a sadist and it shows when he has sex with his subs. Sometimes the girls end up getting strangled, in the throes of passion. Sometimes, he beats them to death before he can get his thing to ris

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

I stood there awkwardly before walking to my table. "Yo! Y'all a thing now?", Musfasta says the moment I sit. "Nah bro, we just talking". I looked up and she was staring at her phone smiling. I grabbed my phone and texted a certain someone Hey, this is Rhema.

It didn’t glow—it hummed like it was alive. “Stop it!” Alice cried, but neither man—or whatever Faust was—listened. They crashed through the clearing. Paimon’s strength was overwhelming, but Faust fought with something else: precision. Speed. Experience. Every swing was deliberate. No wasted motion. Aurora moved to stand protectively in front of Alice, but even she didn’t interfere. Paimon slammed his fist into a tree as Faust ducked low. Bark exploded. A storm of pine needles rained down. Faust slid under, sliced upward—and caught Paimon’s coat. Infernal fabric tore.

Let's forget about it now and go down for something to eat. As we left, a figure changed position against the wall. Faust. Damn. I put a smile on my face. - Hello Baby. What are you doing? He pushed off the wall and walked forward. — I could ask you the same thing, but I was already alerted by the men in the security room. These chatters. I touched my sister's arm. — Go back to your room, Em. See you later. - OK good night. Emma went back inside, but I didn't look away from Faust. I couldn't decide if he was angry, annoyed, or just bothered by the dungeon excursion. So I played dumb.

Theo hissed. A loud bang echoed and heavy VIP doors hitting the wall. I followed Theo’s gaze to see Raffaele storming toward us. His suit was disheveled, his tie ripped open with dark wet stains blooming across his shirt. That was definitely not wine. The club crowd remained oblivious to him as he snatched Emilia up, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. “Fucking Amber,” I heard him growl under his breath. Before I could say anything , my phone buzzed in my clutch. A text from my father.

I tilted my head, caught his gaze, and let the words roll off my tongue like a dare. “Scopami allora.” (Fuck me then.)

There was a dilapidated courtyard at the end of the alley, and I heard Meredith's manic laughter drift out from inside. "My child is dead! Dead! Why should your children live, Annabelle? They can die, too!" she screamed. I charged inside and pressed the dagger to her neck. However, to my despair, I didn't see my babies anywhere. "Where are my children, Meredith?" I shrieked. She gave me a psychotic smile. "They're dead. I told you, Annabelle. You'll never defeat me!" I couldn't take it anymore, and my eyes turned bloodshot. In my past life, Tim had died in my arms in a fire. In this life, Meredith had killed my three babies. Anger and hatred surged in me.

His eyes… they looked like they were filled with something dark. Something violent. Without thinking— she shook her head in no. That was it. Daniel lost control. He lifted her and threw her onto the bed. She didn’t get hurt— but the force made her bounce slightly. Then— he started throwing things around the room in pure rage. Everything. Furniture. Objects. Decorations. The room was soundproof— so no one outside could hear anything. Within minutes— the room was completely destroyed.