I Can't Stop Doting On The Most Evil Woman Novels & Stories

Jonathan’s story I was already in front of her and I saw no trace of remorse or regret. Her eyes expressed so much hatred that it was impossible for me to make eye contact without frightening me. This woman's mind was so evil and twisted that even ten sessions of hypnosis would not have been enough to reveal all that she had done; how many people caused them pain; how many souls she send to the other world.

She hit her every-time she whimpered "That would teach you not to double cross me! Do you think you darling husband is a saint? Come on tell me!" She says angrily but the woman wouldn't talk as she held unto her face and sobbed loudly "Did you know your darling innocent husband killed a woman, Ripped a young lady off her dreams because of his selfishness and stupidity? Did you know all of these about your husband? If I am a demon then your husband is just as evil as I am!" She says and hits the woman again, Sighing she walked away and faced Donatello whose cries wouldn't stop on seeing his wife being beaten up

"She's not just a dead woman anymore, Alexander. She's a woman who can walk into a room and take everything you just gave me." "She can't take what I'm choosing to give you." His thumb traced slow along her jaw, tilting her face up to his. "I chose you tonight. In this room. Before Evelyn ever opened that door." "And tomorrow? When she's standing in front of you?" "Tomorrow I find out the truth about what happened six years ago." His forehead dropped to rest against hers, his breath warm and unsteady. "But tonight, the only woman I want in my arms is you."

“You’re the one who wanted him, and you’re the one who’s pregnant. Why are you blaming me for that? Are you insane?” When someone was desperate, they would be quick to find fault with others. It just so happened that I was the scapegoat for her. She had lost her job, and she was despised at the hospital for being a mistress. The child was not enough for her to marry Desmond. Under such resentment, I felt like she would harm me. Without any hesitation, I immediately called the police. “Just wait, you wretched woman. I’ll have my revenge sooner or later,” Connie said hatefully as she escaped.

“We are not going to talk about that evil woman. It's a celebratory night. Let's keep it that way.” Mama turns sharply. “Don’t call her evil.” Luciana looks at her like she’s lost it. “Mama, let's be real, I know how much you loved her, but remember she was poisoning you. If we hadn’t caught her, you wouldn’t be here. So, she is evil and I don't want to talk about her.” Mama’s face drops. The tension around the table thickens. All eyes shift back to Rowan. He exhales shakily,“I don’t even know how to say this.”

#Paulina’s POV# They said she was crazy. Me. Paulina Voss. The psychotic one. The obsessed ex. The manipulative b*tch with nothing better to do but chase a man who’s clearly not hers. Yeah? Then what the hell do you call a woman who lets her abusive husband climb between her legs after he’s ruined her entire life? Right. Saint Dorothy. I laugh so loud the popcorn in my lap spills over my thighs. I scoop a few back into the bag with the same fingers I’ll soon use to tap out the beginning of Dorothy Rain’s career-ending downfall. If she even had one to begin with.

This woman was a devil incarnate and I had just poked her nest without knowing. “You know what I hate the most? Is the fact that you brazenly chose another woman over me instead of fighting for what we had. I love you, Duncan, I love you so much that the thought of living without you hurts my soul. But what can I do? Anyway, I got my revenge against that wench. Bombing her house was the most liberating thing I have ever done.” Her sickening words were accompanied by a chuckle. “I just wonder what I am gonna do with these little look-alikes of hers.”

What we have to do is to think of a better strategy so that the information will not blow her head off" "Exactly what I am saying. She will go to any extent to get her husband back because I know the love she has for him is too much" "You see, that is why I advise ladies not to put their whole trust in a man. Men are evil. Where does she work?" "I am sorry to tell you that she does not work"

“What did I do to you? We aren’t vicious people.” “You’re no better than the witches of Salem. History was right to destroy the evil that plagued the lands in those days. And now it’s our turn to hold that torch and destroy the evil that has infiltrated our world again.” My lips twitched as I watched the dark-haired woman’s hand rise to the sky before dropping violently to her side. Time slipped as the town filled with the sound of little explosions. Red smoke drifted from the barrels of their guns.

“All women want security. All women want a powerful man who can protect them.” “Only women who can’t provide for and protect themselves.” Her fingers wrapped around the stem of her glass, and she fidgeted with it as she kept her eyes on me. “I’ve been doing it for a long time, and I’m pretty good at it. That’s not what I’m looking for in a man. And money is the root of all evil. When you have too much of it, everyone wants it. It’s impossible to tell who really likes you for you…and who wants to screw you over. People will do anything to get their hands on it…even murder innocent people.”