Left-handed Evil Novels & Stories

Her impatient hands reached for his soft hair, running her sleek fingers along his hair as she deepened the kiss, entangling their tongues in a slow and sensual dance. His blue orbs commuted into red and vicious orbs, and her silvery grey eyes glowed like the moon. Drowning in the heat of the moment, darkness suddenly overwhelmed her as her glowing eyes dimmed as they slowly turned scarlet and brutish. She was gradually succumbing into viciousness. 'No, Riri! You must fight it! Don't let the darkness overwhelm you!' Liam thought with agitation barreling up his spine. Once he succeeded in making her evil, there would be no one left to stop the destruction of the world. And Lucifer would final

In fact, maybe I don't even deserve to live. I am an evil. I am an evil who changes it's form once in a while. An evil slave to its emotions and desire. An evil with no control over his instinct when the moon closes its distance to the land. That's right. A monstrous, blood-thirsty beast. A lycanthrope. "Sha-Shaun... " Loki whispered to my side. "Loki... Am I really that evil?" I said without looking at him

I joust my head playfully, my hooded sinful eyes were staring at his slashed back. Blood was gushing out of his back. He couldn’t even move that freely. I already caused enough mayhem from this place. Everything is about to collapse. It’s been years since I felt this lively. The aroma of fresh bodily fluid is stuffing my nostrils. I inhaled precipitously, sucking in all of their souls. “E-ethan…please, have mercy on me-”

Perhaps if they had kept a closer eye on things then none of this would have happened but as it was, they didn't check in regularly and when they did, it was already too late. "You see, good and evil got along well to start with but as they aged, they became greedy. Good wanted everything to be good and evil wanted everything to be bad. Their greed knew no bounds and before long, disaster struck. Evil tricked good and imprisoned them. With no good to balance out the evil, evil was free to bring a terrible darkness across the world and poison the minds of men. Evil was efficient as well, creating demons, nightmares, sins, plagues, genocide, war, disasters and every other horrible thing in bet

"The Lord Lavigne, stupid enough to give me the kind of freedom I don't even need. The only kind of freedom that I need is the only kind of freedom you don't want to offer. What's the use?" "Enough." I was taken aback by his strange cold and serious voice. "You think everything you say should be followed? You think you're always right? You never wanted to be taught, nor be in someone's subjection. You act so mighty and righteous that you think everyone's inferior. Seriously, how perfect can you be?" "Oh!" I gave a genuine laugh. I turned my back and mindlessly jumped on my bed. "I can't be perfect, especially that marrying you have already made the devils laugh."

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

CHAPTER XXXIII: The Sorrow of a Demon Kid Raid, Glade, Niklais, Nicanor and the others keep on landing blows to Belphegor. I didn’t join them for a while because I have something to do. Acanta is still meditating on the air and I don’t have the slightest idea on what she is planning now. “Everything that aims to destroy balance and harmony is Libra’s sworn enemy,” the spirit of Acanta’s zodiac mentioned. Afterwards, a golden open opened above us. Then, a colossal double-edged sword covered with golden bright lights descended from it.

A face only a mother could love. I squeezed my eyes shut as it turned my head... But Bax... Then its attention snapped up the hill in the opposite direction of where we just rolled from, as if it could hear what I couldn’t, making almost all of its weight painfully shift onto my left arm. I used this moment to buck my hips and toss it off me, quickly rolling to my stomach and staggering to my feet, coughing up the blood working to drown me and spitting it out. I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag.

“Do it. I don’t give a fuck.” The laughter echoed, unnatural and terrifying. I couldn’t look at him anymore. The man I’d stood beside moments ago, ready to vow my future to, was gone. This creature kneeling in his place was something else entirely—psychotic, gleeful in his evil. My stomach churned; I turned my face away, heart hammering in pure fear. Sage’s jaw clenched, rage radiating off him like heat from a fire. His finger tightened on the trigger. “Any final words?”

The trial didn’t feel like a victory; it felt like an autopsy. For six months, the world peered into the jagged, hollowed-out remains of the Laredo empire, picking through the bones of Ares Holdings and the “Contingency Fund” with a voyeuristic hunger. Every headline was a fresh bruise: The Incestuous Titan, The Silent Mother, The Girl in the Glass Cage.