I Can't Stop Doting On The Most Evil Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I admire your passion and dedication to wanting to make a difference in the world.” “As they say, the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing,” she says triumphantly. “Or in your case women,” I tease. “As usual, women do most of the heavy lifting in our society.” She gets up, puts Ily on the bed and gives me a tight hug. “I have to get ready for work, but I’ll check on you later, and if you need anything just text or call or just come knock on the door, okay? That’s what neighbours are for.”

I said, sarcasm in every word, and the man just glowered. "Look, enough with the mind games, and just be direct. What do we do? How do we stop him? " Elijah demanded. And the third figure withdrew her hood. "You lack in the patience department," she said, and shrugged, "must be some kind of universal alpha thing." Elijah growled, "Don't compare me to that psychopath." The woman just smirked. "Don't pay her any attention," I said and turned to the first woman. "Are you helping us or not?" I demanded.

She begged. I use my foot to step on her face and press it to the ground to shut her up. So she has a sense of pity? This woman can feel for people she gave birth to? What happened to her sympathy when it came to my parents? I was their child too. “I find it odd that evil people love to do evil yet so not want it reciprocated to them.” I say, my voice a deadly calm. I let the sole of my shoe dig deeper into the side of her face, twisting till I feel the cracking of bones. “Why should I show pity when you never have?” I ask. My voice is bland and cold.

she asked with a teasing smile. I exhaled. “Next? We make sure Vincent regrets ever thinking he could touch Diamond Company.” Sophia grinned. “Now that’s the Serena I know.” But as I spoke, my mind was already racing. What if Damien was right? What if I was too blinded by anger to see the trap ahead? Vincent’s kind of evil wasn’t brute-force, it was subtle, patient, corrosive. He didn’t need to attack head-on; he could simply pull the strings and watch people destroy themselves.

He then grabbed Vincent's hand and tugged him along, leaving us behind. When Vincent turned to look at me, his eyes were filled with loathing. Meanwhile, Christine stood to the side and pretended to be the good guy in the entire fiasco. "I'm so sorry. We spoiled Charlie too much. Are you alright?" "Why wouldn't they be alright?" Vincent shot back before I could open my mouth. "Even if you're bored, you shouldn't take Lorelei out just to feel important. Remember your place!" I took a deep breath before leaving, taking Lorelei to see a doctor.

He quickly fell to the ground as he hastened to button up his jeans again. "I... I w-wasn't doing anything wrong! I-it's her! She sedúced m-me to—" "Shut up! Just shut up or I'll sew your mouth with a furnaced needle!" The woman snapped. The guard opened his mouth to defend himself again but the woman delivered a resounding smack across his face. On the other hand, Violet writhed, and rocked, and wailed in agony. "You think I don’t see what’s happening among you men in this mansion? I know your dirty intention. She might be Princess Kiara's offender but it gives you no right to force her."

After two more shots, she felt fortified enough to deal with the situation. She had several choices on how to handle things. She could seek Derek’s help in searching for Davina, but that would mean having to have sex with him to get him to act quickly and efficiently. She’d been using sex as a tool to manipulate men since she was sixteen without thought or conscience about who or why, but lately that was changing. She found herself both physically and emotionally reacting to the men she was sexing. Since they were chosen for what they could do for her and not how attractive she found them, more often than not, she was finding herself repulsed by the contact or the act. Derek especially re

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

he said with a chuckle as he knelt before her again. “You and your mother have always been selfish, longing for your own interest only. I can’t believe I tried to be the loyal son only for you both to spill it in my face how much you still loved your disloyal son and how much you desire to bring him back into this mansion!” He cried. “Dotun, you are mistaken. This evil woman is getting into your head again and you are mistaken!” She cried out loud. “Shut up!” He slammed and her body began to tremble as she saw the emotions surrounding him.

She stammers and I roll my eyes. “Look here, woman.” I say heavily, “I believe that every human is capable of doing evil things if you push them hard enough. So, are we doing this or what? Isn’t this what you’ve always dreamed of? Having Devon all to your freaking self?” She nods earnestly, gosh. She’s so fucking stupid. “How are we going to start?” She asks. “I have a plan,” Because clearly, I am the only one who’s doing the thinking here, I signal her to come closer and she does, I whisper everything into her ears and her face turns bright pale.