Margarita Evillious Novels & Stories

"Still the same coward who would do Kimberly's dirty laundry." Her pulse jumped beneath my fingers and she tries to jerk her hand away again but I held her firmly, tilting the glass closer to her lips. " I don't know what you're talking about Evie," she denies like the liar she is. She shifts her head away. "Then why won't you drink it?" I asked. Margaret's face paled and she looked like a damn ghost in this moment. "I-there's nothing wrong with the wine," she said quickly, her eyes refusing to look at me. She wasn't that good at hiding her true intentions. " It's not poisoned."

The city lights sparkled like fireworks through the penthouse windows. New Year’s Eve. Margarita stepped out of the elevator wearing a short silver dress that barely covered her ass. Underneath, nothing. She knew what tonight was— their last night. No promises, no tomorrow. Just heat.

Vevina wrote to which the boyfriend replied almost immediately. “Are you sure? Weren't you a little too busy this past week?” Vevina almost let out a grunt at what she had read. She might be killing people for fun but at least she wasn't evil enough to play with their feelings. She only gave death to those who deserved it but what Margo did was worse. At least in her eyes it was. “Yes, I’ll be waiting for you at this address so come here quickly. Oh and don’t message me anymore I’ll be busy preparing for you.” She then deleted all her messages, slipping the phone back into Margo’s purse just as the blonde bitch came out.

Once I was done, I emailed it to Kristine, then sat and stared through the computer screen. Scarlet Antonio Rivera... She'd been the one who had unearthed all Margo's shady dealing and once the case got to court, the crime she and Miguel had committed had been brought to light, with Bianca coming to testify and submitting pictures as evidence. Pictures dating back to when we were teenagers. I'd thought Eve had killed herself but finding out that Margo had been the one to shove her off that frightening hill, just made me furious, which was why I'd been avoiding the court because I knew if I set my eyes on either of them I was going to do something crazy.

“Eat it slowly. I know it’s hard.” By now Margo was sitting in front of her legs crossed, watching her nibble on a small chunk of the granola bar. The two women were staring at each other. To Maribell it was almost comical as the two women watched each other warily. It was like someone trying to tame a feral animal that had been trapped with food and water. The only difference is Maribell was certain that Margo was the feral animal in this situation. To others it would appear that Magdalena was the feral animal. However, to win her freedom Magdalena couldn’t afford to lie. She had to win her over with the truth or they would start all over again. Margo was distrusting of other people as it

"The family dungeon. We're waiting for you, but you know you'll have little or no say on that one. Everyone voted against her. Castello is dead. They are not willing to forgive her." "Yeah." I sighed, wondering what in god's name they had on Britney that convinced her to betray the family. "Alessia is back. She brought a souvenir..." I stared at him and smiled. "She brought Viciley?" I asked. Maxine nodded. Viciley was the head of a small fragment of the Russian cartel, Santaro and Frick worked with. Getting him wasn't such a tough job. "Let's get the hell out of here," I said pulling out the pulse oximeter and infusion I was on.