Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

" 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.

"Don't think you're too lucky, he only selected based on image, not profile. Pack your things Lena, you're going tomorrow night, your tickets are ready, all that is left is for you to take your tests for a health check and that's all." "Tomorrow?" I wondered aloud. I had not taken the time to process these things yet and it was already happening so soon. "Yes, tomorrow." "Okay, are there any notes on how he likes to have sex? Or something?" I asked her. "He doesn't want the sex, just the act. Don't fuck this up. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you rarely get these back." "He doesn't want the sex?" I blinked twice, none of my make clients had said that before. There was something st

"Is it because of this face Mr. Liam likes her so much?" Candy tilted Amora's face to all sides, wanting to get a better look at her facial features. “Her face is not pretty. She's not attractive. So what?" She took out a dagger under her skirt. It was poisoned and love hit Amora's body so it didn't take long for her to die. Candy got it from the darkest place in the world and she kept it for a very long time. Now she just needed to chalk it up to her enemy.

--- **Story 17: The Poison Kiss** **Chapter 1** Raven Vale was the best at what she did. At twenty-seven, she was a ghost in the underworld — a beautiful, lethal assassin who specialized in the most intimate kills. Men never saw her coming. They were too busy staring at her full lips, her dangerous curves, or the way her dark eyes promised sin and oblivion. Her signature was the Poison Kiss. A slow, seductive night of pleasure followed by a toxin delivered through her lips — tasteless, delayed, and utterly fatal. By the time they realized something was wrong, she was long gone.

Her gaze fixed on Emmeline with an intensity that made the human's instincts scream in warning, though her smile remained pleasant and almost welcoming. Magdae traced the shape of Emmeline's body with appreciation carefully masked behind courtly interest. Such curves on such a small thing. The innocent face and those wide eyes practically begged to be broken. She could make the human plead so prettily before tearing out her throat. Drinking the King's mate would be the ultimate insult and the ultimate pleasure. She smiled wider, revealing perfect white teeth and the lethal hint of fangs. The next hostile presence was perhaps the most unsettling. Lysandra, a lethal hybrid, a terrifying blend

Her vision swam. But Lucky wasn’t done. He dipped silver-tipped pliers into wolfsbane, a vicious poison that was life threatening to werewolves, then yanked off one of her fingernails. One. By. One. “You were never supposed to be much of anything, you could have remained the dumb Luna who was an alcoholic,” he whispered. “But you wouldn’t just behave and sit quietly. So now, I’m going to kill you properly. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

She was naturally so beautiful that she didn’t require any makeup to look attractive. Scott loved her for her and he hated me for me. I would never replace Maura, nor did I was intending to be like her. What Scott didn’t know was that she was a real bitch. He had never believed me and I knew he would never… He loved her so blindly that he believed her every lie. I hated him because he loved her so much, but I despised him because he believed I was wrong. I had been wrong at some point, but I had never hurt innocent people. I used Samuel to get Scott, but who knows, I would get used by him.