Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

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.

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.

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.

Lewis had thought of the worst case scenario, but he was so scared of losing her. "Yes, they're the same kind of people, and they are both the reason that I became like this. I'm not even sure whether I should hate them or thank them?" Crista sneered. She had been living in darkness for more than a year, and wandered on the edge of life and death for another year. Hating them was the obvious choice.

In the next second, the veins protruding from his neck turned black. “Wolfsbane” Zaden whispered and everyone's eye snapped at him. He had tortured and killed 38 rogues by infusing them with wolfsbane, so naturally, he would know the trademark symptoms. Black venation is one of them, at a lethal level. Aira's eye is now filled with fury as she fought to withstand her mate's pain

“No flower, not that.” “Then what is it? Your brother or anyone don't have your type but it's really beautiful though. I love it.” I grinned like a love struck puppy at her words and decided to tell her even when I know she would think it's a myth or a story from an historical book that was written down as fiction. “I'm more deadlier than you can ever think of Lilia.” She giggled and found that amusing, making me even softer than before. She trusted me so much that the word deadlier and Venom sounded like sweet flowers to her ears when it had to do with me.

Lovelyn said. "You did, you stole my man from me, you took Richard from me and I hate you for that, I hate you for rubbing it on my face how so in love you are with him, I hate you for showing off how precious you are to him and I'm tired of it" she shouted as Lovelyn almost got afraid because of her obsessed nature, she has read many a times about being obsessed with someone and how far the person can go just to be with the person. Fear creeped into her at the realization that the obsessed lady in front of her might actually kill her just to achieve her aim. Lovelyn's POV,