Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

As if on cue, a call from +374 came in, I quickly opened the app and picked the call. “Hello, who is this?” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Hello, miss Vittoria, Vittoria Russo, or is it Balotelli?” “It doesn't matter,” I said, calmly. “What do you want?” “So you're ready to talk with us? Good.” “Just tell me what you want?” “We need a spy, Miss Russo, and we want you to be the one.” “A spy for what?” “We want you to spy on Ricardo Lombardi. We know you hate him, he killed your father didn't he?”

A calamity wrapped in skin. She oozed an air of lethal confidence as she strode through the chaos, so unlike the trembling, broken bird I’d seen that night in the alley. This was her default setting; A proud, powerful predator. The Mortal Reaper. For some reason, that pompous, dangerous air she exuded was more aphrodisiac than any perfume. She looked the same as I remembered, yet infinitely more devastating. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was a moth, and she was the incinerating light.

I say, visibly agitated by my own body’s betrayal, “I hate you.” Lazarus’s eyes darkened with desire, “You might hate me, but your body certainly doesn’t.” He palms my pussy through the lace, smiling wickedly, “Bellatrix, do you know how fucking addicting this scent is? It’s like cherries, wine and dark chocolate – enough to drive a man wild.” “Well, you aren’t a man but a beast.” “That I am sweetheart and don’t forget it.” He affirmed arrogantly, pressing the pads of his fingers against the soaked spot.

"Now that... that looks pretty deep." "What.. what d-do you mean by... by lethal?" Enzo stammered. "It means, it kills us," Vorenus said. "A slow and painful death." "What can be done?" Enzo asked. Fear was in his voice and face now. "Nothing," Vorenus lied. "You can't even make peace with your creator now. Because you don't have a soul." He flashed Enzo a smile before he punched through Enzo's chest and ripped out his heart.

“You shouldn’t love me, Kylie. I’m not someone who should be loved.” His gaze grew darker, a haunted look crossing his face. “People fear me, they hate me, they respect me, they admire me... but they don’t love me. I am a killer, Kylie. I am ruthless, without remorse. Killing is what I’m best at, better at than anything else. It’s who I am, and it’s something I’ll never be ashamed of. Sometimes, I even... enjoy it.” His voice dropped lower, a raw edge of self-loathing curling around his words. “Is that really the kind of man you want to love?”

He asks, grinning. You are a venom yourself, I wonder there would any corner of the world where I could find such poison to kill you. I grinned. "No...If you want I can try it for you." I picked up a piece of cucumber and munched it, "See, it has no poison." "Ohh great, but you can have this, I've had my breakfast early in the morning." He stated, walking up to the bookshelf, I followed him. "Please for me," I spoke in a seducing tone which for sure clicked him, placing the tray on the small table nearby, I grab his arms, making him sit on the chair as I towered him.

"Case, I'm not Matt or Derek. I won't ever treat you like you're second best. You'll always be my number one, Sweetheart. Without you, I can't breathe or sleep. I love you with everything I am, Babygirl. I'm sorry for... everything." I squeezed his hand as a tear ran down my cheek. "I'm sorry for everything too. I love you so much, Baby." Thomas breathed out in relief as a bright light outside caught our attention. We glanced out the window to see both trucks come into view. "I bet I can shoot more biters than you in the next sixty seconds." I took aim at a large woman that changed direction, ambling toward the headlights of the vehicles. "You're on." Thomas laughed as he took his first shot

There was no makeup hiding her natural glow, no effort in the way her clothes clung gently to her curves, and yet she looked so effortlessly stunning, he had to stop himself from reaching out. She was every inch the Ann he remembered—and more. Realer somehow. And more dangerous to his composure. “Fuck,” he thought to himself, barely restraining the words from escaping his mouth. “She’s going to kill me one day with that body. How does she manage to look this innocent and this lethal all at once?” His pulse hammered in his ears as his eyes drifted—briefly, respectfully—but unavoidably, taking in her flushed cheeks, her full lips slightly parted, and the bare skin revealed by her lounging outf

But this girl…this damn girl is torturing him. Her beauty is hard to forget. She has an angelic face with pearly skin which is almost as bright as the moon. He can still feel her slender body under him from the night she tried to kill him. Her skin is surprisingly silky and soft to the point that it is almost frail. Lavi has bedded many women, some more beautiful and sexier than her. But he is not merely thinking of her outer beauty.

She truly hated him with every fiber of her being "Lewis, did you know? In the past two years, I have grown to despise Anpu Shen, the man who almost destroyed me. Sadly, I'm unable to hurt him even a bit. Someday, I will kill him myself!" Perhaps Crista's words were unintentional or maybe just brought about by her sadness, but Lewis' face turned pale. Would she hate him if she knew about his ties to Anpu? Would she also kill him? During the time they spent together, Lewis never mentioned anything to Crista. But when he heard what she said just now, he felt uneasy.