Margarita Evillious Novels & Stories

Lizy and Mark together ran for the chocolate but Nigel made Mark stumble and fall hard on the ground. Lizy took the chocolate from the table and smiled at Nigel. Nigel too smiled back at her. ***** Eva walked out of the bathtub and wrapped her body with a towel. She stood in front of the mirror staring at her reflection. Sh suddenly remembered the flashback she got when she fell off the corridor. She turned around and collected her wet hair aside. She slightly turned her head and glanced at the tattoo she had on her nape. "EVIL" 'Why and when did I get this? Why don't I remember getting this?' she thought deep inside.

She brought out a big coca-cola bottle from her handbag. "Can you please order food? Order anything." She asked, he nodded and wore a shirt over his vest before walking out. She quickly took the bottle to the toilet and reduced it's contents, she came back in poured some into a glass cup for herself then she brought out sodium thiopental and emptied it into the remaining coca-cola in the bottle then she sat back and relaxed. Mike soon came in with a plate of fried potatoes and egg sauce. "I hope you enjoy it."

But this thick piece of sausage beckoned to her most temptingly and she couldn’t for the life of her resist it. Gingerly, she brushed her lips on the head. She felt it twitch in her hands and heard Bernard groan. She must be doing something right. Margaret closed her eyes and drank in the intoxicating odor of a real man’s arousal. She flicked out her tongue and licked across the large slit of his organ. He shuddered, making her smile in satisfaction. Her eyes widened at the surging appendage, dare she try it. She had to.

Micaela protested but when she saw Jane peering at her incredulously, she began nibbling her lower lips with her teeth. "Adan bro doesn't pet tiger in his room that you have to overthink so much. Now go." Jane dismissed her and began pouring detergent in the washing machine. What she didn't know was Adan was a tiger himself who was attempting to devour her. Micaela thought. Micaela was left with no choice other choice and she began taking her steps towards the staircase. She was lost in her thought when suddenly she smacked her head against a broad chest. She took a step back and craned her neck. Her eyes widened when she saw Ivan standing in front of her with his brooding self.

Getting to stay in the mansion for a week, in Efrain's bed, had made her cocky. I knew she was just the flavor of the month, and Efrain would get bored with her eventually, but until then, she was an unholy terror. "Clean this up," Margarita ordered me, pointing to the pieces of a vase she'd just smashed on the floor. What she didn't know, or perhaps did, was that what she'd destroyed was actually a priceless Ming vase. I had every suspicion she was going to.... "Efrain," Margarita whined when he came into the dining room. "Look what Catalina did!"

What feelings she has for him will die just like he did. Just when I thought I put the end to all my problems an even bigger problem showed up at my door claiming that he was going to marry Whitney. No body and I repeat nobody fucks with her she’s my girl and I don’t like sharing. This is why Antonio said women are the roots of all evil; they turn men into monsters… monsters that feed their flesh with jealousy and the monsters thrive on your weakness. Love is every Mafia man’s downfall because if thy enemies know you’ve found a soulmate they might use them against you.

It was a staggering amount of data to process before I’d even had caffiene hit. Beneath the barrage of dating alerts, the "Margarita Senoritas" group chat was already a war zone of activity. I tapped into it to find a selfie of Cleo and Marissa. They were jogging along the avenue, looking suspiciously glowy and athletic. Cleo’s black braids were perfectly contained, those pink tips flashing in the morning light, and Mari’s icy blue eyes were bright despite the hour.

I stood there for a moment with my cheek on fire and the world slightly tilted. Nobody moved to stop him. Alaric Virelli watched from a few feet away with that same blank expression, as though this were simply a step in a process he had already anticipated. "You don't get to choose your life," Dorian said. His voice had gone very calm, the way it always did when he had already made up his mind about something. "Not here. Not anywhere. You have no money, no future, no family. You have nothing, Evelina. At least this way, you're useful."