Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

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.

His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm. With a heart as cold and unforgiving as the icy depths of winter, Lefevre was not one to be crossed. His piercing gaze, as sharp as the edge of a blade, could strip a soul bare, exposing its deepest vulnerabilities and laying them open for exploitation. His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core.

Only four days from tonight by lethal injections. We had come up with a lethal injection that works very well it’s a concentrated liquid wolfbane and silver powder mixed with silver nitrates. This combination spread throughout the body killing off any regenerative properties and destroys the body within minutes turns a werewolf to dust. Highly efficient and none reversable. I hate having to put down one of my own pack members, but she is clearly insane and guilty. The injection was faster and more humane than me slashing her throat our yanking her heart out, although it wouldn’t bother me after what she did. But we as a pack wanted to be more humane and not like our ancestors. Just because o

⚠️⚠️ Author Note ⚠️⚠️ Hello everyone. This is the last chapter of The Lovable daughter. I would like to thank all of you for the amazing support and the amazing reviews. Don’t forget to follow me on Instagram. The Heir Mafia boss is already ongoing. It is the third book of The shark mafia boss. It is Gabriel’s story. Amelia is still a secondary character in that book. I hope you enjoyed The Lovable daughter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This was the end. But Aethone’s smile was not one of anger. It was one of profound, intoxicating pleasure. “The Sleeper feeds on all potent emotions, my beautiful, foolish assassin. But the most potent of all is desire that wars with purpose. Your hatred was a fine offering. But the surrender that follows is the true sacrament.”

When the count was done, Leal effortlessly grabbed tables for cover and lunged at the men, who seemed to multiply from being three to dozens. Axel was mercilessly planting bullets in their foreheads while Anna was leaping from another head to another, clawing the hell out of them. In the middle was Leal in her semi-shifted form, relentlessly stabbing parts of furniture to their bodies. This is another way of bonding—killing. And only they can pull it off quite as badass as this.