Framed as the mistress, now i'm out for blood 소설 & 이야기

They’ve been fooled this time around by that bloody whore. ‘I’ll definitely skin that Blood Mistress alive if I ever find out her real identity!’ Cyrill brutally sworn. “Whoever this fucking Blood Mistress is, she definitely knew about our day-to-day lives!” His angry voice reverberated in the walls of the Zadzisai residence. “I’m sorry honey,” Chadwick apologized to Hemera; his sorrowful tears sliding down from his handsome face. “So are we,” Stella and Candice spoke softly. “It’s not your fault, wolflings. Chadwick,” Avril replied; he too was oozing with ire and vexation.

The man asked. “Not me. The maids which you defiled. And that is something which I can’t stand.” Master twisted the knife deeper in the man thigh. “While you are at it, can you cut away his member? I want him to feel like something is being ripped from him just like how he ripped away those girls' virginity no matter how much they had begged.” Lady asked. “Anything for you, My Lady.” Master replied as Lady smiled happily and then Master proceeded to do as Lady had asked. In the end, the man's blood was on the floor and he was still alive.

Scarlett Nina flinched. “Sister,” she called. “Pl..” “You murdered my maid,” I cut her off. “Framed an innocent. You tried to seduce my mate.” My voice rose with each crime, fury surging in every word. “You even attempted to kidnap me and turn me into a sex slave.” Nina’s eyes, once brimming with arrogance, now pleaded for mercy that would never come. “I’m sorry,” she began to cry, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she thrashed against her captors’ hold. “Don’t do this to me. Please, I’ll do anything—”

Thankfully, she was wrong about me being barren and I was going to show her that her arrows would not pierce my armor. “You may feel proud about what you have done now and might have come here to gloat but I can assure you that all this time, despite what you tried to put up, I saw right through your faces and saw you for what you were.” "You see through my act now, do you?" she taunted, her tone dripping with condescension as she took one more step forward and I immediately moved back again, afraid of what she might do now that she no longer playing nice. “Yes. I didn’t want to believe it but you pushed me into that fountain and I’m sure that you know the woman that framed me for that. Beca

I heard Sidd’s voice and he showed up, dripping in sweat. Without a word, I returned the slap I just received it from him. It seemed nothing hit him and it pained me. “What was that for?” he queried. “How does it feel, Sidd? How does it feel to be slapped like this? That bitch, that promiscuous witch dare slap me. Argh!” I yelled. “Who are you talking about?” he asked. “Who else but your little mistress? I am going to shoot her dead. How dare she?” I whined in frustration.

Hearing this, I glanced at my reflection in a nearby store window and froze. My makeup was now a total disaster, mascara streaking down my cheeks. My hair was also a tangled mess from all the running. I had no idea how Graham managed to recognize me in my current state. I barely even recognized myself. I took the tissue and hastily wiped my face, trying to fix the damage. Then, feeling embarrassed, I muttered a quiet thank-you. Graham didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and gently smoothed my messy hair with his warm hand. I instinctively stepped back to put some distance between us, but he moved forward again, effectively closing the gap once more.

But I couldn’t. “Get this off me, now!” I growled. “If I cannot have him, then no one can!” she growled as she struck me hard on the face again. My nose flared with rage. Frustration travelled through me at my inability to fight back. “So what now? You want to kill me? After your attempt to frame me didn’t work?” I seethed. “You sent that maid to poison me, didn’t you?” “I heard about that. I didn’t send her. And honestly, I wish she had succeeded. That would’ve saved me the trouble of having to do this myself!” she retorted as she struck me with yet another slap. “Fucking bitch!” she growled.

He did it for me… To give me justice? "You framed him! I cannot forgive you! You vile bitch! A witch cursed by a demon! People like you deserve only the lowest slaves!" Her curse brought me back to reality. "Framing? Luna Natasha… I think you got the information wrong." "My Margot will never do such a thing! You are framing her! You even made Kylian argue with me! What's even so good in a trash like you, huh? You're just a fucking slut, hookign up with everyone. You're a useless bitch!"

My head fell back against the wood, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as the world began to spin. Mira watched, triumphant. She leaned over my bleeding hands, her face illuminated by the moonlight, looking entirely intoxicated by the sight of my life force draining onto the stones. “Now you will bleed to death and no one will suspect me,” she whispered maliciously and looked up at the sky with a dramatic breath. “Mistress, I’ve avenged you!”

“Will you scream for me like the pathetic little scoundrel you are?” “Yes Mistress.” he breathes. Rumor releases his face, “Good. Get on all fours.” she demands, “Earlier I asked what your poison is, you stood up to try and pick it that was very dire of you.” “I'm sorry mistress,” he tells her. “There is no room for apologies in here.” she rises, blindly reaching behind her. I'm frightened she might grab a candle instead but she's too good at this, she knows exactly where everything is even if it's not laid in the same orderly manner every show.