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

the woman stood from the chair and shouted "do you think I'm a fool who doesn't know that? whole country knows who is she? so what I want her to belong to my son, I want to see the pain in that guy's face when his girl becomes my son's girl" the man felt disgusted of this woman's thinking but he can't offend because offending her leads to his death the woman stood infront of him while pinching his chin, she asked "are you feeling disgusted?" the man nodded his head as no and said "no mam, whatever you do is right" The woman smiled cunningly and sealed his lips with her lips, the man wants to push her away but he can't risk his life, so he stood like a stone to fulfill the desires of filthy w

He did not understand this woman but simultaneously he understood that she was not in her right emotional state. "I love Thomas so much and... I do not want any part of this. You're not a good person. You're evil and inconsiderate. You're malicious and only care for yourself and how you benefit from it all at the end of the day. You do not love me, you're confusing your lustful sin and controlling ways for something that you're incapable of feeling. Please stop this."

I was about to say something to Evelyn when I saw another woman join her at the window side. “Please don’t hurt him.” I heard Evelyn plead. To that, the woman laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant one. It was one of evil. “It’s funny how you think I hate you and want to hurt you both.” She said, still smiling. “I just want to get rid of Alpha Cyrus’s obstacles.” She finished, her face contorting into that of evil. Obstacles? Was that us?

"You use them as an experiment like lan rats for some sinister goal you have built-in in your head?" "Everyone of them deserves to die. They deserve worse than that. Every single one of them. So shut it and quit acting like you know anything about me." She roars and her calm facade slips off leaving a face so sinister it gives me goosebumps. I clutch my bloodied hand before a scoff escapes my mouth. Elena tilts her head in confusion. "I know enough about you. I know you are an evil, delusional woman who will justify and cruelty with anything." I spit. "So pathetic."

You should have seen the way she forecast the poor woman's doom,' another voice in the river of bodies put in. 'Poor woman, chai!' 'How did she even know about the woman?' a whiny voice asked. This stirred up a frenzy of irritated replies. 'Have you been stone deaf since morning?' 'They said the child is evil you're still asking nonsense' 'She's possessed!' 'What do you think, her evil society, of course!' 'She's a witch, yes that is what she is!' Iya Idowu realized that the attention had been shifted away from her and hurried to salvage it. 'So I say the evil child should be burnt to death,' Iya Idowu pronounced at the top of her voice and spat to a side in disgust, returning the attention

The woman said, “I’m not wrong. Otherwise, it will be too late when he turns into a lethal weapon of the Witch Cult! When the time comes, can you guarantee that he won’t kill people?” Dorothy said, “You may kill people too, so I’ll kill you first!” She was so angry that she immediately took action. The woman hid in the crowd and continued the provocation. A person, really provoked by her, went over, taking the initiative to kill Alex right now. The woman got more excited as she continued her speech. She pinned all the bloody and cruel deeds done by the Witch Cult on Alex. In an instant, more and more people sided with her and shouted, “Kill! Kill him! Kill him!”

I murmur. “Sloane Hartwell, you are not a stupid woman. So explain to me why it is that the stupid people in this world speak louder in your head than those of us who are intelligent and tell you what an amazing woman you are!” she growls. I smile. “Do you remember that movie that Scarlet loves, Pretty Woman?” I ask. “Yeah?” she says, frowning.

she added, her tone soft, almost playful. Eric looked at her for a moment. He said nothing. Even though he loved Jessica and would protect her, he still did not want to be completely unfair. Then Jessica turned to Tessy again, her eyes full of ‘ I told you look.’ “You had better repent from your evil ways,” she said coldly. “Or you may never participate in the Golden Design Competition.” She advised Tessy. One of her followers added quickly, “She can’t even participate. She was disqualified before for stealing your design.”

In a matter of seconds, the polished elegance of the charity gala cracked wide open. Exactly as Mildred had planned. She stood at the center of it all, calm, composed, the microphone still resting lightly in her hand. She had imagined this moment more times than she could count. There is no second Jack Knight who would realize she hadn’t come back as prey, but as consequence. The fear on his face made every sleepless night worth it. Across the ballroom, Jack shoved through the crowd, heading straight for her. Fury twisted his features. “You planned this?” Mildred handed the microphone back to the stunned host, then stepped down from the platform with quiet grace. “Of course I did.”

The crowd's screaming blurred into a single roaring wave of sound, but to Elara, everything else had gone strangely quiet. She stared at the dead woman's face, pale and slack, rain beginning to fall again and mixing with the blood pooling beneath her. The number above the woman's head kept glowing, kept counting, indifferent to the fact that her chest no longer rose and fell. 47. "That's not possible," Elara whispered. "The countdown never lies. Everyone says it. It's the one thing that never lies."