Margarita Evillious Novels & Stories

“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.

Liam hated that he wanted to agree. Eva scraped the dishes into the garbage disposal, then stacked them on the counter by the sink. She was pleasantly full from the Mexican food they'd brought in for dinner and just slightly buzzed from the margarita. Hmm, her team had had liquor twice in a week. If she wasn't careful, they were going to get wild on her.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

The third night was the worst. Margaret didn’t bring just one or two men. She brought three. They entered together, laughing loudly, already drunk, smelling of cheap whiskey and sweat. One was bald and pot-bellied, the same one from the first day. The second was young, thin, with nervous eyes and a sadistic smile. The third was the most dangerous: tall, muscular, with scars on his face and a vacant look, as if he had already done much worse things than what he was about to do.