Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

“Almost Sex and Public Knowledge Relationship.” “Everyone will know?” “Well, yeah.” Leila raised an eyebrow at me. “Humping and dumping will be so much more satisfying if everyone we know, and then some, knows.” “It seems a little... Harsh.” “You have to be cruel to be kind, baby girl,” Kayle said.

Caring is natural just like reacting to someone’s gentle and comfortable kiss. And she wanted Hades to understand this! “Friends don’t kiss, darling!” And BANG! She heard the most terrible sound in her life and her eyes stared at him in disbelief. He did not stop. He did not listen to her. He just killed him. He killed someone who wanted to live. Leonardo did not care if his eyes were pulled out, if his tongue was crushed under Hades’ feet, if his brain was half damaged, if his eardrums were useless, if his intestines were punched ruthlessly and if his legs were broken severely.

“I want to make my lover immortal so that she comes back to me. So stay away from me. I don’t want any complications in my life. I will go and present these flowers to her.” “I know, Alpha… Ryder…” She blinked her jealousy away even as her chest burned with it. Grisha was swearing on the inside to murder his lover. The way her wolf was reacting to his scent and his chiseled body, it was affecting her to the point that Lyle felt aroused as hell. “You shouldn’t do anything to me,” she said, not meaning the words at all. She couldn’t believe that after what Blake did to her, she would be wanting this man—this prime specimen, this raw, sensuous, handsome as Adonis, lethal as Hades. His warm haze

That same night, I would kill them all, including the man I loved so dearly. - I was already wearing the special garments for my Werewolves hunting, from the table I picked the two silver made tactile knife that is destined to be used to kill a Werewolves. All I had to do was to stabbed it into their ruthless hearts, but suddenly I just stared at the ceiling blankly. Ruthless heart? But I knew deep inside to myself that the man I love, did not have that kind of heart, because I knew him as a good man.

she said. She leaned in and continued, “Out of all the Cooper extended brothers, the man I fear the most is Damian. He’s ruthless and dangerous…he’s practically the king of shady dirty money.” “What do I do now?” I asked. “Janelle, as much as I hate to say this…you have no choice. Accept it.” She said and I was shocked. Even brave Ashley suggested I accept a death contract? The couple interrupted us. “Good morning ladies,” the man said, and we greeted with a lowered bow.

His blade tore through the creature’s skull instantly. Black blood sprayed across his face. He grabbed Lena’s wrist immediately. “You hurt?” “A little!” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting!” Another creature attacked from behind. Riven killed it without even looking. Like muscle memory. Like breathing. Like violence lived inside him naturally. That should’ve terrified her. Instead her chest tightened for a completely different reason. And she hated that. Kai kicked a creature across the maze. “How are there THIS MANY?!”

“Let go.” I don’t. “Say it. Tell me you don’t feel this too.” She swallows, whispering, “I hate you.” I lean in, close enough to feel her breath. “Liar.”

"And see what beauty you turn." Edim casually reached for another tin and said, "I don't have to look, I'm not attracted to beauty," and uncapped the tin. "Unlike you." Wouldn't he really be fascinated by beauty? All men were fascinated by beauty, they could even be slaves of beauty. I think the problem with Edim is that he was pampered with attention, he had a perfect handsomeness that attracted all the attention of the girls in every environment he entered. But his impeccable handsomeness was mingled with the darkness, the darkness emanating from those lightless black eyes was a chilling and suffocating air.

* He scanned the crowd out of habit, a futile reflex, knowing he wouldn’t find the one face he craved. “Ashton.” The voice was honeyed, laced with a false warmth that grated on his nerves. Loveth materialized beside him, a vision in shimmering silver that clung to her curves. Her scent, heavy with expensive perfume and predatory intent, washed over him, cloying and unwelcome. She touched his arm, her fingers lingering possessively. “You look… intense tonight. Brooding suits you.” Her smile was calculated, designed to disarm. “It’s good to see you out. The pack needs its Alpha-heir present.” She echoed Jensen’s words, but twisted them, making them sound like her own benevolent observation.

I went to help her in the kitchen. I asked her softly, "Mom, don't you ever resent Dad?" She gave me a sharp pat on the shoulder and replied, "He's your father. Without him, we'd both still be stuck in that ravine." I realized then that I should have kept my mouth shut. I was just beating myself up. In silence, I slipped something extra into their beloved pickled cucumbers. Those cucumbers were the last batch Aria ever made. After what they did to her, they did not deserve to enjoy them.