Karina Cruel Feet Novels & Stories

Not only had he kept backups—he'd shared those private videos with other people. Pushing down the humiliation burning through me, I opened the door and walked in. Everyone froze. From a nearby partitioned area came the sound of a woman's gasps and Nathan's raspy voice. I pulled back the curtain. I was about to speak. A lace bra flew through the air and hit me in the face. "Get the hell out!" Nathan barked the order, yanking a blanket over Chloe's body. His face was twisted with anger. Even though my heart had already gone numb, my eyes still turned red. My throat still burned.

My voice is breaking because of the intended tears that seem uncontrollable–I tried to blink it back but it refuses as one roll of tears falls down. “He can’t believe you. He can't!” A thunderous voice choked out from the kitchen, It reverberated across the room and both of us, Micheal and I were surprised. We immediately turned to the direction, only to see our maid, Carolina, approaching us, with a stern face, fixing his eyes on me. “You kicked her and left her injured. Why can't you admit your wickedness?” My mouth widely opened, caught with surprise. Carolina has never interfered in our affairs in our house not to talk or shout at me. What has really happened? Who gave her the audacity t

Walking on the trick floor feels like walking on a glass bridge with the view of a deep and dark ravine beneath him. “The ravine is not real, you cried over nothing,” Cara said coldly to Kirsten behind her. “Shut up,” she muttered as they cross the fake ravine.

Kara's sneer was loaded with spitefulness as she knelt down to my level, her words dripping with ridicule, "Look at yourself, Kayla." Her voice dripped with scorn as she continued, "Did you really believe you could waltz in here and play the role of a protective elder sister for your naive step-sibling?" A cruel smile twisted her lips shortly, her eyes briefly glancing toward the door, revealing a sinister plan. "I shouldn't have trusted you, Kara! I never should have attempted…" I tried to continue my sentence, but Kara's impatience got the best of her. Her hand lashed out with sudden force, the sound of her slap on my face echoing in the room as pain surged through my cheek, causing me to

I could tell she already hated me even though she doesn't know me. "Of course, it was her, who else would make such a scene in the presence of Alpha Edward?!" Luna Kelly joined us, she wore a plain black sleeveless dress, and she looked simple but elegant. One could tell by her walk that she has been drinking for quite some time now. Like the other ladies, she bowed and kissed my cheek. "Luna Caliana, obsessed with that dress, and Carol, oh my, your necklace is cute, and Hope, are those the newest Liberto heels, they are a limited edition you know," She said.

As my fingers touched the fabric, Carmina shifted in her chair. Her foot came down. Hard. Right on top of my hand. Pain exploded through my fingers. Sharp. Crushing. I gasped silently, my whole body going rigid. She pressed down. The heel of her shoe grinding into my knuckles. "Faster next time," she hissed, her voice low and venomous. My vision blurred. I couldn't move. Couldn't pull away. "Carmina." The voice cut through the room like a knife. Cold. Flat. Dangerous.

I see the front door come into view, when a large man steps out from around the corner, walking towards me. I feel the power from a half a block away from him. Whatever he is, he is strong and important. I ignore the sense of forboding and keep my eyes down on the ground. He walks up to me and I go to amble around him when he sticks a large hand out and curls it around my bicep, squeezing painfully. I cry out as the pain sizzles through my arm. He pulls me into his chest possessively and drops his face into my neck, breathing in deeply. My mouth drops in shock and my eyes peer up into his. They are glowing a bright gold and a cruel smirk slips across his face before he utters the one word I

“I said I don't wanna use your service! Don't you have ears!?” He had to agree with Nikki's words earlier about her sister's description while they were sat his mansion. His free hand was tucked into his jacket pocket after giving a small smile to one of the Pedrosa members who saw his presence and bowed respectfully, with his smartphone still stuck to his ear. Enjoyed the little show that was given without intention by Febrina. No need to wait long for Karl to hear Febrina's voice again, this time gasping after she managed to beat up one of the men who really intended to steal her suitcase—from the sound of a loud kick which he was sure would make the man who angered Febrina fell quickly an

we say as our heart crumbles and her hazel eyes fill with tears. She looks us over as a tear slides down her face and we watch the emotions play out on her face. Pity, understanding, sadness, and then anger. Before we can move or think to say anything else Karina closes the distance between us. She stands up on her toes and fists the hair on the back of my head with both hands. She pulls us down so she is in our face. "You. Are. Not. A. Failure," Karina growls before pressing her lips to ours aggressively.

Karina gasped, watching helplessly as Caden struggled to rise, his face contorted in pain. The man laughed again, a high, manic sound that made Karina’s skin crawl. "See? You’re too late. It’s over." But Karina wouldn’t let it end like this. She wouldn’t let him win. Not when she could see the fear in Caden’s eyes. *I can’t let him do this.* Summoning all the strength she had left, Karina twisted in the man’s grip, slamming her elbow into his side. He let out a strangled cry, but his hold on her remained firm.