Karina Cruel Feet Novels & Stories

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

However, nothing could stop her from being creative, until she buys a new one. Islinda managed to find a string and tied the sole together with the toe box so It didn't gap anymore and she could walk with it. Done, she put them on and stole a glance behind her to check if anyone had noticed what she was up to. When there was nothing, she quietly opened the door and left.

Karin backed away, raising her hands to block the attack, but stepped on another Lego piece and fell in pain. "YES! A worthless slut like you belongs on the street!" Kaede stomped on Karin’s thigh and spat in her face. Karin wiped the spit away, her expression lifeless and numb. "You’ll get what you deserve soon enough! You... AGH!" Kaede screamed as Karin suddenly stood up and shoved her backward. Kaede roared with fury, trying to get up, but Karin was faster. She straddled Kaede’s chest, forcing her down, and pried her mouth open.

Her name was Carla Reyes. Not the journalist. Someone else entirely. She had lived in Portland for eleven years, worked in corporate finance, and had filed a restraining order against Nathan Caldwell during her second year of postgraduate study when they were at the same university. She had been twenty-three. He had been twenty. She told Kristine all of this on the phone in a voice that was completely controlled except at the edges, where it occasionally tightened around certain words the way scar tissue tightens around old wounds.

Vee Hale stirred on the worn motel carpet with a broken groan that cut through the heavy silence like a knife. Her once-perfect blonde hair was matted with dried blood, and her designer top hung in shreds from the brutal attack she had barely survived. Elara knelt beside her, heart hammering as she pressed a fresh cloth to the deep gash on Vee’s forehead. The mean girl who had tormented her for years now looked fragile, her usual venom replaced by raw fear that made Elara’s stomach twist.

All he could do was force himself to put on a pitiful expression. Caitlin walked toward him slowly, her heels making low clicks against the floor. Shane stretched out his hand, only to have his wrist seized in the very next moment. Caitlin was gripping him with such force it felt like she might snap his bones. Shane gasped sharply in pain. The moment he began to struggle, a slap sent him crashing to the ground. Caitlin's eyes were shot through with veins of blood, the fury burning within them threatening to consume him whole.

Carina said wickedly and simply stood up and started kicking both sides of my body over and over again. She even stepped on my stomach, deliberately letting her body weight crush my body down for a few seconds. The side kicking then continued and followed by another stepping on the body. The pain felt like I was hit by a car. I could feel like something was broken or injured inside, but I was just too weak to scream for help. My voice got stuck in my throat and only some tiny shrieks came out as a result of the pain.

Giovanni Kenzo didn’t move when I punctured his left thigh. A sharp scream echoes along the thick walls of the basement when I withdrew the long knife out of his flesh. Waterfall, it was told, fresh blood comes out rushing in the ground. “ Fucking hell, Dela Vin!” His voice was strained with pain. “ Motherfucker!” The door to the basement open and Ace stepped in, a deadpan look in his expression. I was disappointment because for once, I thought he will stop me from hurting Kenzo. But, he didn’t. Instead, Ace stayed in the doorway, mirroring my expression.

--- At Karina's villa in S city. Inside her room, Karlina is angry. "How could my father be so cruel? How could he lock me in my room and not let me go out?" The maid timidly walked over and softly comforted her. "Mistress, don't be too sad. Just stay home and wait a while longer. Your father won't be angry anymore. He will definitely let you out." "Get out of my room."

Arina told her in frustration. “So do you mean you can't drug a little girl, huh?” She mocked. “I have killed many fully grown women and men, but this little bitch is just tasting my patience. If you allow I will strangle her” Karina said looking out of the window little Jessica was playing with her dog. “Never do that in Joseph's mansion if you want to come out alive” She warned. “First she was alone giving me a hard time, but now she has one dog. He is like checking everything for her. Yesterday, she asked me for juice. I thought my plan will work today, but the fucking dog intentionally jumped on me and juice spilt on the floor.”