Lydia Kamu Jahat Novels & Stories

I chuckle softly and explain every single track that had just taken place inside the bathroom wing, including my absolute confirmation of Liam's hidden hand in the poisoning plot. "That absolute bastard traitor! My claws are going to rip his throat to bloody shreds!" Lydia fumes with pure, unadulterated rage, her yellow eyes flashing as she realizes her own bloodline family could be standing behind such a horrific scheme to take her throne. Just as her hands want to call the outer guard patrol to drag Liam into the hall by his fur, my arm reaches out to stop her body.

The woman gasped for breath, then snapped bitterly, "Alpha Vladimir, she’s the witch. She’s the Moon Goddess’s last descendant. She tried to kill her own stepsister. She has the mark—she’s the one! She doesn’t even have her wolf or a mate. She’s the cursed one!" She pointed at the silver-eyed woman. "Please don’t hurt my cousin for her. She’s the reason everything’s wrong!" I turned to the woman I had shot and asked, "Do you agree?" She nodded vigorously. I stood. I raised my gun. The silver-eyed woman squeezed her eyes shut, her body bracing for death. Instead, I turned, aimed at the two kneeling women and fired twice. Both collapsed. Jax let out a sigh. "You didn’t shoot our mate. Thank th

“Wait a second, isn’t that the same fake ‘Miwa’ landscape you got at the house of fortune? The one they auctioned off cheaply out of desperation? And now Lily’s up there, acting like she spent a year painting it after a couple of art classes? That’s Olympic-level lying. If there were gold medals for audacity, she’d have a whole shelf.” Off to the side, Zella leaned into the camera frame, her mouth twisted in amusement. “You know what’s really wild? The Old Madame knows Lily’s lying. She’s not fooled for a second. But she’s so desperate for some affection, she’ll accept whatever scraps are handed to her—even if they’re as fake as that painting. It’s like she’d rather cling to a comforting ill

They wondered who it was that had angered Lydia this much, those people were so dead. Since that night Lydia had killed Jerry and asked for his body to be disposed of like he didn't mean anything to her, they feared the girl. She was evil and dangerous. “I don't understand,” Lord Nick frowned, “What the fuck don't you understand!” Lydia yelled as she cried. “Davis, Grace, Helen, Vincent, Adrianna, Jack, and some stupid dudes are in some fucking place having some fucking fun, and I'm here, crying my eyes out for months. How dare you lie to me!” She roared.

I demanded. Lydia hesitated, her eyes darting back and forth as if searching for an escape. But then she seemed to deflate, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I was jealous," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've always been jealous of Eve. She's so beautiful, so kind...and everyone loves her. I just wanted to...to hurt her, I guess." I stared at Lydia, my anger giving way to disgust. "You're pathetic," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "Using a potion to manipulate someone just because you're jealous? That's not just cruel, it's cowardly."

Lydia said in a loud and entitled voice, "You’re bullsh*tting! When did my man look at his cell phone? You’re blind. You saw us driving an Audi and you thought we’d give you money if you fake an accident? Such people are so poor that they’re delusional." The middle-aged woman looked at Lydia resentfully. All she did was cross the road normally, but in addition to getting hit, she had to face that false allegation. "I may be poor, but poor people still have integrity. I won’t blackmail anyone. May lightning strike the liar," said the middle-aged woman. Lydia was a little flustered when she heard the phrase ‘may lightning strike the liar’. She knew they should not stay too long and said to Sam

"I didn't! Matteo, let me go! Valeri set me up. He's the one who changed the dosage!" "Set you up?" Matteo barked out a cold laugh and tossed the phone at her feet. "The recording is right there. Are you still lying? "You faked illness for years, pushed every punishment onto Camilla, made her take the trial for you, then you murdered her. Do you hate her that much?" Lydia stared at the phone. She knew there was no escaping it anymore. She stopped struggling. The fear on her face twisted into naked malice. "Yes! I hate her!" she screamed. "Why should she get your love without lifting a finger? Why does she get everything just because she's the older sister?

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down! Don't ever! You are wicked! You all are wicked! You and wife! Lydia I hope you rot in hell! I hope you die! I wish you die! Jordan leave me!" Lydia weeped uncontrollably as Amarachi rained curses on her. "I hate you lydia! Why did you do it!? What did my mother ever do to you!? Was sending a man to rape her not enough? Was spoiling her image and always calling her a prostitute not enough!? You went as far as killing her. Lydia you are wicked. I hate you! I wish you die and rot in hell! I wish you never know peace Lydia!" "Amarachi I'm sorry. It was the devil's work"Lydia pleaded. She felt so guilty for the first time in so many years. It felt like her co

Hades knew Jenna when he had crossed paths with her once years ago. "That damn mutt isn't a match for me", Jenna said and flicked her hair over one shoulder. "I know you",she suddenly said to Lydia. Lydia was taken aback by her sudden confrontation. Jenna smiled mockingly. "You're the dog who keeps throwing herself at my Kendrick". Lydia felt her anger mounting. To be called a dog was degrading enough, but to be seen as someone throwing herself at a man, it was the ultimate disgrace. "It takes one to know one, right?",she retorted and was pleased to see the mocking smile vanish from her lips.

Henry POV Shit! I exclaimed, what I was avoiding already happened. Camelia was standing right before me. “That's the bitch!” Lydia screamed, her voice cutting through the room like a sharp blade. She scanned Camelia from head to toe, her eyes narrowing with disgust. “You look somewhat different from the last time I saw you,” Did you actually try to clean up? Cute... but it's pointless” She snapped. “Who is she?” Mrs. Raymond's voice rang out.