Lovely But Lethal Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pushing aside the pain, she asked me tearfully, “Does this make you feel better? Will it make you stay?” The wounds were very deep. But Ivy had died in the cruel summer heat, and Peter had died in pain from his illness. They had suffered no less than Alyse was suffering right at this moment. I heard myself say coldly, “No. You should die for your sins.” Alyse closed her beautiful eyes, and tears streamed down her face. When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood.

From the hotel and flight tickets to the restaurants–I'll be sure to book the most luxurious options available. With that, Luciano fell silent, happily fantasizing about the vacation that would never happen. In truth, if he had spared even a few more seconds to look at my phone screen, he would've realized that the booking record didn't include a ticket for him. "Amore, just wait for me, alright? Not only do I want you to have the perfect vacation, but I'll also throw you the grandest and most memorable wedding ever!" Squeezing me tightly, he pressed a searing kiss onto my neck.

"Woman, will you just—!" "I hate you!" she spat, her face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, red hair fanned out across a floor littered with broken porcelain and gravy. "Tell me something I don’t know," I said, dropping my voice lower. I let my gaze drop to her mouth, just for a second. "You are incredibly beautiful when you're trying to commit murder. Has anyone ever told you that?" Her eyes flared with a lethal light. She surged up and sank her teeth directly into my shoulder.

The same being who had hurt me again and again, yet whenever I had nowhere else to turn, whenever the ground crumbled beneath my feet, it was his arms that closed around me to keep me from falling. He was devastatingly handsome—sharp features carved from obsidian, eyes like molten amber that saw right through to the bone, a presence so commanding it felt like the air itself bowed to him. But beauty in his kind was always a trap. His methods were ruthless to the bone, cruel in ways that made even the darkest corners of my soul recoil. He did not flinch from bloodshed he did not hesitate to kill anyone foolish enough to stand in his path. To him, lives were merely pawns to be swept aside, and

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

he said Mira heart broke immediately,she didn't want it to show ,she had to pretend it didn't hurt her. Ethan stared at her smiling,she looked cute trying to hide that jealousy. "It's my turn "Mira spinned the bottle and it pointed at Ethan again "The bottle hates me "he joked "Truth or dare"Mira asked him "Dare "Ethan said looking at her "I dare you to describe her "Mira said "This is personal,you jealous?" Ethan asked "No,am not just answer "Mira said "Fine ,she is a light skinned ,slim thick ,curved , beautiful, caring and hot girl, am sure you would love her when you see her "Ethan said staring at miras eyes

The ripples Leander wanted to make were acoustic; they would ring until people forgot the origin. Theodore’s voice was a machinecraft of cruelty and precision. He loved the geometry of this destruction. It appealed to the part of him that had once been a strategist of sieges; it now found a new medium: living tissue. He took no pleasure in blood for its own sake; he preferred the slow, exacting erosion of trust. It was surgical. It was clean.

She felt the surge of power in the bond between her and Kade, each heartbeat, each pulse a shared rhythm of dominance, precision, and lethal intent. Inside, conspirators argued, unaware that death was inches away. Lena’s eyes scanned the room. Maps, scrolls, and coded messages were strewn across tables—plans that would crumble beneath Blackwood’s wrath. She moved like a shadow, her fingers tearing at cords, her teeth silencing any who rose to challenge her. Every movement was deliberate, every action a whisper of lethal grace.

ELARA Lovey doesn’t even look surprised when I grab her arm and drag her into the center of the pack hall. “What is this,” she cries, struggling. “This,” I say loud enough for everyone, “is what jealousy looks like when it turns ugly.” I throw the vial on the floor. It shatters on the floor with dark liquid spreading out from it. “The healer confirmed it,” I continued. “its called Nightshade and it's from the station you had access to.” The students started murmuring. Lovey shakes her head, as tears spill from her eyes. “I didn’t mean to kill her. I just wanted to scare her.”

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want