Margarita Evillious Novels & Stories

Bell is her only close friend and is informed of her problems and secrets. "Bell. it's not true? I'm not sad about what happened to Alfred." She said softly. What happened to the man also hurt him. Bell did not answer. She went to the window and grabbed a cigarette from her bag and lit it. Margo was also given a cigarette. She accepted it. She has not used it for a long time. That the misses this kind of be floating and flying feeling. For a moment the problem that bothers your mind disappears, when you use drugs and when you are high you rejoice for a while yes, she made drugs a hobby because of drugs she forgot for a while. While Bell and Margo were floating, someone entered the room and s

Holy f— I clamp my hands over my mouth to stop the screaming. Gasp and sharp inhales coming from every corner of the restaurant. Zack is beyond shock. He freezes, as water dripping down his hair and forehead. He slowly looks up and seems still can’t believe what has just happened. Eason is probably the only person not freaking out. He calmly places the glass back and smiles at Zack. “It suits you.” “Are you FUCKING insane?” Zack shouts. He points at Eason and then directs at me, “Who the fuck is this guy, Natalia? What’s the matter with—”

Malcolm wanted Margie to apologize to Marilyn. Margie didn't want to apologize to Marilyn at all. Margie despised Marilyn. Margie felt Marilyn owed her a lot. However, as Marilyn Chapman refused to admit that she was Marilyn Chambers, Margie could do nothing. After all, Margie knew nothing about Marilyn Chambers except Marilyn Chambers's appearance. However, Margie knew that Marilyn Chambers was allergic to mango and pineapple. Margie decided to verify it if she had the chance. But today Margie had to get herself out of trouble first.

I saw Stella from the corner of my eye, stumbling away. Her chest rose in an unsteady breathing. She stood stiff, her eyes were now fully black. Her head twitched. “Join us. Let us bury you.” She snarled. “Morrigan,” I whispered. “Please.” I begged, hoping she was still in there somewhere. She lifted her hands and the ground obeyed. Jagged stones exploded upward, I threw myself to the side just in time. I rolled across the ground. Multiple pillars shot up from the ground boxing me in. She stepped closer, my heart thundered in my chest, she rolled her hand in the air and spikes formed in the ground.

I smile widely as I watch the dogs close in on the traitorous maid — first sinking their teeth into her thighs, then her arms. I empty the glass of wine in one go, enjoying the sound and sight of her being torn apart. Her screams echo across the grounds. Other maids nearby are crying, terrified by what they are witnessing. As her voice grows weaker and weaker, I walk closer, still holding my glass. The handlers pull the dogs back and restrain them. “This is exactly what you deserve for putting me in a position I did nothing to cause.” I reach for another drink, but Piattos hands me a bottle of vodka instead. I glance at Zeb — I only asked him, but apparently Piattos thought ahead too.

"And the evil 20-year-old is speechless." I continued sipping my coffee, and when I'm done, I stood up and smiled at them. "Still, I'm not liking your ideas. Because as long as it didn't come from me, it's not a worthy thing to consider. Remember, I'm . . . the . . . best . . . Del Puerto." I walked out, leaving them the kind of atmosphere that has never been strange to anyone who know me. And lastly, HUSBAND. Wait, husband?

I am used to that kind of stare. Revolt. Hatred. Choler. And any negative invented words out there. “Why are you talking about that devil? You know we agreed upon not to talk about that horrid creature! He’s dead! I dispatch him at a young age! Do not say his name ever again, do you hear me?” I did not say anything. I was clearly enjoying my meal here when she took away my appetency. I sighed then slowly stood up from my chair. Mother was lost for words when I did not stop from growing until my head reaches the ceiling.

We later received information that she has not been seen for two days after spotting her in a club. I was worried, what has Elrod done? Did he kidnap her? He overshadowed me, fuck!! "I told you this from the start, but you will never listen. He is evil and will go extra miles just to achieve what he wants." Violetta said, I buried my face in shame, disappointment, and pain. She moved closer to me and held my shoulder. "He has taken what he wanted, you have to take what you want too. Kill him!!" She said, I looked at her, our eyes fixed together, I was trying to find the truth behind all her persuasion of killing Elrod.

Alverto Cassiero a scientist was murdered by the government when the after effect of the substance A13 which he created led to the death of the soldiers that fought against the aliens in the early 80's. Maria Cassiero who was Alverto's mother decided to seek revenge for her son's death and this led her to meet a demon called Diemon.Diemon helped Maria to avenge her son's death after making a pledge to him.Some years after,Diemon was tricked by a Chinese monk who casted a spell on him and turned him into a statue so as to save his student from being offered to him as a sacrifice.

Marga knows it well, as she just raises her hand and a waiter approaches with two glasses of champagne. “Marga…” I look at her and pick up one of the glasses. She laughs. — Welcome to Margarida Gonzáles' hangout. She says and taps her glass lightly against mine, making a high-pitched toast. We take a sip. — When I married Silvério, several times we argued all day long. One day I decided to torment him and asked for a VIP card from here... all I had to do was fight and I'd come after him, if only so he could see me playing with the old perverts at roulette.