Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned Novels & Stories

If only I could snap that delicate neck of hers so we could get this over and done with! "Camilla!" he growled. The contrast of how he utters our names differently is ridiculous, but that's none of my concern. The only thing I want is to protect my daughter from this evil wench! I laughed humorlessly. "What?!" I scoffed. "I will take whatever nonsense you throw at me. But don't you ever think I will just sit down quietly while your whore try to villainize my daughter! Our daughter!" I yelled the word our, in case he forgot who Mira is, but he seemed to have selective hearing. He only heard the insults I hurled at Sofia.

We made sure everyone keeps their mind-link open for any orders to come through. We stop at the top of a small cliff and look down at the numbers waiting. I spot the crazy old fucker pacing back and forth his devil females glued to his side as he barks orders to his men who all stand on their paws in their fur listening to his orders. I shudder at the sight of the two she-devils. The way they move is unnatural and strange. They give me the creeps. Enyo watches the situation with keen eyes, her hackles up a low growl coming from her wolf. I smile to myself, she really is a badass, the pride I feel is unreal.

I warned her to stay the fuck away from me, I only keep her around because she is the best cook I have, but this time, she had gone too far. “What?” I asked in alarm when Bethany turned around to level me a murderous glare that had me taking a step back. They say, hell has no fury like a woman scorned, and this woman standing angrily before me is not just scorned, She is Horny, Angry, Vindictive, And I think she is a little tipsy too, the wine we had taken while watching the movie is one of my specially brewed wines that can get us intoxicated. “Who did this?” she asked in annoyance, stalking towards me. Damn, she’s pissed.

It was a female voice, dripping venomous chill which made me shudder awake. "Oh, I see. Are their packages ready?" "Yes. Seems you got yourself a little entertainment. Can I join in the fun? I bet she can make me happy." Xavier's chuckle penetrated into my shattered soul. "This one won't live long enough for that. I'm even thinking of entertaining that wolf territory with packages of her bones." The lady was amused. "Oh starting a war right now will ruin our plans. Besides, she doesn't look that important; could be an omega slave or something more worthless. Not worth the troubles at all."

shakily answered the woman; the sweat from her face dropped to the ground like raindrops. "The answer is really simple. It's because I despise the sight of them." The intensity of hatred that brewed in that woman's eyes was a sharp blade that could cut through steel. A flare of overwhelming power poured out of her, causing the room to vibrate and the glass to crack. The woman kneeling on the ground felt as if a hand was wrapped around her neck, squeezing the life from her before quickly vanishing.

He had spat the words so clearly and left her to deal with it. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed in someone's palms. “No" she wanted to refuse that knowledge. “No," she whispered again. Then suddenly a flash, an image. The woman stared down at her, fangs revealed and sparkling under the sun. There was rage and disdain on his face. Sage felt the power of its hatred as the woman stared down with familiar eyes. Then it was gone-

Her hair was also matted with blood to her forehead, and scalp. Three men were standing over them. One of them—a thick-set bastard with a gold watch—was raising a heavy boot to kick her again. "Avina!" I screamed. The sound that came out of me wasn't human. It was the roar of a beast that had finally found the men who had broken its world. I didn't use a gun. A gun was too quick and too merciful.

She snapped, pushing me away and facing me, her eyes blazing with anger. “What the heck are you doing in my house, sleeping next to me?!” Her voice dropped with anger and disgust as she glared hard at me. I batted my eyelashes as that came as a shock to me. What the heck is happening? Is she mistaking me for someone else? “Are you still having a hangover? It's me, Mathew.” I told her, maybe she really wasn't fine yet. “I am not blind, Mathew. What the fuck are you doing in my house!” She slammed her hands against the counter, her voice louder than it previously was.

His eyes flicked toward her for a moment, his gaze sharp but cold, before he resumed his vigil. Hound watched silently as his coworker tormented the woman, her desperate cries and futile struggles echoing through the alley. Puck's crude laughter cut through the tension, his every movement steeped in cruelty. The scene was oppressive, the air heavy with despair, as Hound observed it all with a chilling detachment, his intentions unreadable.

The flames grew louder, my anger fueling me. “Please Scar I'm so sorry..please,” she begged. “You are not a mother! How dare you! I tried to ignore the insults you rain on this girl, I try to ignore the pain you and Penelope always put her through, and you stand there and talk calmly about how you poisoned her. How selfish can you even be? how can you claim innocence and say you didn't do it on purpose? You are just a coward and a murderer! How dare you speak such lies,” I couldn't believe this woman, my wolf was yelling at me to snap her neck and tried hard not to, I tried.