Lesser Of 2 Evils Novels & Stories

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It is kind of Ironic to know that Me and Fredrick do not have the relationship of Villainess and Male Lead but, Villain and Villainess. TO BE CONTINUED...

She was glad to be out of the ‘box’ and drying her face with a tissue, eagerly followed her friend into the huge building. The entrance to the building was guarded by some uniformed personnel, the flirty brothers Marco and Locky. With her comical personality, Janny would often liken them to the Super Mario Bros. Xin Ran was astonished when Marco winked at her a few times. “Free for dinner tonight?” Janny hastily muttered an excuse for them to escape and dragged Xin Ran away from the security guards. “Don’t take him seriously,” Janny said. “He’s just messing with you, as he does with every one of the women.”

Half-evil sounded sincere. “Man, I do understand you. We pals, man. I was your best man. I’m sweet little Rory’s godfather, man. I know how much you love your family. But man…” Evil hesitated. “The day we joined the gang, we were dead, man. Ain’t got no turning back.”

Moonlight through the window cast shadows, but after a quick scan she knew the room was devoid of life save for her. And then she saw it. In the vanity mirror. A reflection of the window. And looking in through the window was a creature that should not exist. That cannot be from this world. Too horrible for words. Just know, that this thing was evil. Even in the pale light, she could see the vile intentions in its inky eyes and snarling, fangled mouth. It looked excited. And hungry. Its grey hands pressed against the glass, each elongated, alien finger leaving a film residue behind as it dragged its claw-like nails down the window.

The second he burst through the front door, Vittorio’s heart didn't settle. Instead, it plummeted into a bottomless abyss. The penthouse was terrifyingly empty. It was spotless, sterile, and felt exactly like a high-end property waiting for a new owner. There wasn't a single trace of Isabella left. The photo wall that she used to cherish so much was completely bare.

They clung to each other as they headed downstairs, looking every bit like loving mates. Terence and Camile watched them with approving eyes. “Thank Moon Goddess for Allen. Wendy is better suited as his mate. It’s a pity, really.” Their words trailed off. However, the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air. Sadly, the werewolf they considered the perfect mate was not destined to mate with the daughter they cherished most. My heart, already shattered, could still feel the sting. The contrast between being loved and unloved was heart-wrenching. On the day of Wendy’s birthday party, even the butler, Matthias, pulled me aside and uttered, “Miss Sasha, you might want to drop out of the party. Your

"Who did? You know who did. You attacked federal agents. Why? Whose side are you on?" "The side of Justice, the side of the truth!" He shook his head, a humorless chuckle escaping his mouth. "No, Torres. There are only two sides. Our side or the side of this criminals. So which one is it?" "Your side. You have to believe me." Desperation burned through me. From over his shoulder, I spotted Richard at the top deck, and then he began to move toward us. If he saw me here, it was game over.

Thomas Lloyd was Eric's nemesis. When I married Eric, the Johnson family's tech company was just a small startup with a handful of employees. However, in just two years, he launched a groundbreaking product that swept the nation, catapulting him to success. The company quickly grew, went public, and became a leading tech giant. It was not until a few years ago that Thomas' company emerged, becoming Eric's fiercest rival. That's when I found out that the revolutionary product was actually a collaboration between Eric and Thomas, but Eric had rushed to patent it first. After that, Thomas left the country and vanished.

Danger radiated from him in waves, yet instead of triggering her fight-or-flight response, it sent a different kind of shiver down her spine. "What brings a Brooklyn girl to a place like this on a Tuesday night, drinking like the world's ending?" he asked, claiming the stool beside her without invitation. "Just celebrating a major life achievement," Maya said, raising her glass in a mock toast. "I got fired for being too ethical, my roommate is about to make us homeless, and I'm pretty sure this blouse is ruined. It's been a banner day for Maya Russo." "Ethics." He said the word like he was testing an unfamiliar food. "Rare commodity these days. What exactly were these ethics worth to you?"