Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

Leo was no longer just a madman—he was a beast, fully consumed by hate. "You don’t deserve the crown!" Leo spat, clawing at Lenox’s face. "I never wanted it," Lenox growled, wrenching Leo’s arm and slamming him down. "I only ever wanted peace. You took my mother. You tried to take Cassandra. And still—it wasn’t enough?" Leo screamed and drove the dagger up. It sliced across Lenox’s ribs, deep enough to make the prince wince. The blade pulsed with nether poison—designed not to kill instantly, but to weaken, corrode, and torture.

She is always so sweet with me and took my order. I ordered the same. My favorite lemon ice tea with mixed sauce pasta and two slices of onion pizza. She went away with my order. I was staring out of my window when someone came and stood in front of me. I looked up and freaked out it was the worst person I have met in my entire life, my *EX* Tom. I felt disgusting in his presence. But I managed not to show it on my face. He smiled still like PSYCOPATH. How could someone's smile make you throw up in their face? I thought while looking at him.

Sometimes we love the ones that don't deserve our love at all. The Nepharious Gangster's Lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt.

Landon felt his pulse quicken, and not just from the exertion of the fight. There was something intoxicating about watching Daphne like this. All lethal grace and deadly intent. Her amber eyes burned with determination, her body coiled tight like a spring ready to release. His t-shirt clung to her curves, now stained with his blood, and somehow that made her even more alluring. She was actively trying to kill him now and all he could think about was how magnificent she looked doing it.

"So... how long will I need to stay like this..?" I still couldn't see anything. It made the Alpha's voice deceptively soothing, like a warm drizzle of honey. It was hard to believe the man was so brutal when his voice was so smooth and serene. Perhaps he really was like wolfsbane. It was vibrant and beautiful, deceptively alluring despite the lethal toxins that flowed throughout it, from its petals, straight down to its roots. I imagine Morax was the same way. A lethal flower with a pile of bodies beneath his feet.

"Jasmine, in case I tell you that I like you and I want you to be my special someone to love. Will there be anyone who might get mad?" She stand up for the serious question but she took a wrong step so he slowly fell down. Inadvertently Jake pulled her hand away. As she turned back facing the soldier she lost her right balance again in her stance and sank into Jake's chest. She got more turned on to inhaled Jake's fragrant scent. As it was a very neat man she ever knew. It has been exposed to the heat of the sun and is sweating but its fragrant smell remains. One of Jasmine's favorite things about a man is being physically clean. This handsome yet clean body thrill factor that Jake has. She

Belle demanded the creature for an answer to which he replied with a sneer. “That stupid maid was useful. She was so easy to manipulate and kill—” Leon slammed the creature’s head to the ground again, spitting, “Disgusting.” He looked back at Belle, seeing how her eyes that were upset and worried seeing his violent action had turned cold. While Belle was gentle, it seemed her gentleness was also cruel. Her love for the people she cares were so much bigger that when her loved ones were hurt, her hatred could go as deep as a demon’s.

His brain is completely convinced that such a devious, sneaky plan must have come straight from this pretty boy doctor he hates so much. I return his angry glare with a very bright smile and warn the executive elders, "Everyone should be highly careful before your lips touch the rim. The dark venom used inside this room is called shadow arsenic. It is completely lethal and it acts fast. Once the toxin takes effect on your veins, not even the fastest running warrior from the Silver Fang Healing Center can save your life!" This text terrifies the executive elders even more, making several old wolves tremble visibly on their benches. Liam finally loses his perfect composure and shouts out in pu

"I'm not afraid of your brother." "You should be." He sat on the edge of my bed. "When we were teenagers, Lorenzo had a dog. A beautiful golden retriever named Apollo. I loved that dog. One day, I beat Lorenzo at chess, something our father had been teaching us. It was the first time I'd won. Our father praised me, told Lorenzo he should learn from my strategy." He paused, his jaw clenching. "The next morning, Apollo was dead. Poisoned. Lorenzo looked me in the eye at breakfast and smiled." Horror washed over me. "He killed his own dog because you beat him at chess?"

A gaze the color of the skies right before a thunderstorm. The angular jawline spoke of determination and stubbornness. The slight stubble on his face made him appear harsh and untouchable. Not that he needed it, because I’d be terrified if I found myself alone in a dark alley with him. The dark three-piece-suit hugged his broad, towering frame. Lethal. This man was lethal. I might have turned eighteen only today, but I’d stake my life on it. This man could end a human life without losing sleep.