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

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.

she says half paying attention to us and the other half focused on Carrie. “They should be destroyed,” I say. “Why?” Mandy asks. “They have been tainted by evil. We will never know if they can be trusted,” I state to everyone in the room. “He is not wrong,” the older woman says. “There are times when the evil one can assume the life of someone else. You need to destroy them all sooner than later. The longer you leave them, the longer they have to morph into someone else,” she states as she moves out of the room.

“Nobody is beyond repair but if anyone asks me to bring out the person who has sacrificed the most in his lifetime I will call you out.” “So what're we talking about, the demonic woman who did this to you is living under one of your roofs, spending your money without the public being aware of how she birthed the evil in you that they see today.” “And don’t mind me that I called it evil, it’s just for you to understand where I’m trying to drive my point into, they see you as that very hard and rugged man, who always gets what he want no matter which route he has to take right!”

"Okay, look you will have to understand that in this game, you really can't trust anyone and the people that you think do not know anyone and can never hurt a single soul most times, they are like the worst people in the world and you will be amazed at the things that they will do just to get ahead in life. I didn't see the woman as a saint. After all, she was a gold digger who was prepared to destroy the life of a child for her own benefits. I knew she had a very evil mind but what I did not understand was how she was able to actually get everyone to believe that she was not the bad one right there and the way she did was by looking like someone who could never hurt anyone and I also saw he

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

Only a piece of the pool area could be seen. "Lo digo en serio (I'm mean it). Lo que Gael y su dulce esposa le hicieron a esos hombres, a Leonel, a Raymond, a todo el mundo; lo que nos hicieron... (What Gael and his sweet wife have done to these men, to Leonel, to Raymond, to everyone; what they have done to us...) Fue malo, incómodo y feo escuchar a un hombre como Raymond describirse a sí mismo como alguien tan débil (It has been bad, uncomfortable and ugly to hear a young man like Raymond describe himself as someone so weak), que se ha dejado influenciar por una mujer como esa (that he let himself be influenced by a woman like that), cuando sabemos que él no es débil, es la maldad actuando

“Mole on left forehead! Evil! Manipulative! Deceitful! Don’t believe him girl”, suddenly the old mole reader started shouting pointing at the face of the man claiming to be Dr Sam’s brother. “ Shut up you haggard old foolish beggar”, the man breathed fire and kicked the old woman so hard that she fell and all her oils spilled on the sand.

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."