Margarita Evillious Novels & Stories

The bartender seemed an appropriate toy for me to play for the night. "My lady what can I get you?" The bartender took an immediate interest in me. "What do you offer?" I turned my body to him, crossing my legs while adjusting my body on the stool. "Anything for a woman like you" He smiled craftily. "Promising. I see." I said leaning closer to him, exposing my cleavage even more. "A martini, dirty, with two olives" I demanded. Feeling the intense glare of the dark silhouette stabbing me on my neck. Turning my head slightly at his direction so I could make out his face. He was nowhere to be found, until I felt a dominant presence behind me. Breathing on my neck and gazing at my profile.

Enrique threatened. "Enrique, I'm sorry about what happened. You won, the game is over. I'm back here, begging for your forgiveness. Let's just go back to how we used to be," Margot pleaded. "You are only embarrassing yourself as well as Lila and I," Enrique frowned. "What? Me, embarrassing you? You should be saying that to Lila. Do you even know the kind of person she is? What exactly do you know about her? She's just a golddigger."

He raised the whip again and again frantic with excitement and fascination, Selena's screams muffled by her pillow. Finally he stopped and paused for a moment to admire his design. He gently turned her into a supine position and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Selena's back was on fire and she felt her fury grow as Gerald's mouth landed on hers and continued its journey to her breasts. His fingers traveled to her vagina and she was suddenly filled with a sense of revulsion so strong it stoked the fire of her fury red hot. Her fury gave her the courage she needed and she greedily embraced it.

"You're dead. You died when I was seven. I went to your funeral. I saw them lower your coffin into the ground." "You saw them lower an empty coffin," she corrected, taking a careful step closer. "The body in the morgue wasn't mine. The dental records were altered. The whole thing was staged." "That's impossible," I said, backing away until I hit the window. "You're not real. You're some kind of hallucination brought on by stress. Or maybe Elena is playing games with my mind." Margaret's face hardened at the mention of Elena's name. "Elena Torres is very real, and she's very dangerous. That's why I had to break cover. That's why I'm here."

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.

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.

She remembers how Lucinda hatefully spat out slothful words at her and sent her to death. 'How could a person be so despicable and selfish?" Margarita thought, trying hard not to puke on the food she was eating. "Thank you," Margar said. She accepted the glass of juice and placed it at a safe distance. She couldn't help but feel conscious around Lucinda. What if she poisoned her? After all, she didn't rinse the cup before adding the juice to it. "It's okay, Lucy; I'm not a kid; you don't have to pat my back; I won't choke," Margar said.

The ghosts from the past crowds my head, and I can’t shoo them away no matter how much I tried so I exit my room in the hopes of finding something to rid me of my misery “You look terrible”Margaret comments,as soon as I enter the kitchen.she is 29 years old,a chef like me and has become my closest ally since I moved in I ignore her and head over to the wine cellar.Alder sure keeps an excessive amount of alcohol for someone who gives me a lot of shit for indulging I scout around looking for the best thing to drown my sorrow with.Settling for a bottle of tequila, I exit the cellar “Is something wrong?”Margaret's worried eyes meets mine once again.she has completely abandoned her meticulous cho

“You kissed me to frame me for attempted murder.” Margaret smiles faintly. “I was improvising.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “I’m flattered.” Adrian places the evidence folder on the table. Margaret looks down at it. “So you finally understand.” Her calmness sends a chill through me. Adrian’s voice is quiet. “You fabricated evidence against Eduardo Valez.” “Yes.” “You altered company records.” “Yes.” “You manipulated the board.” Margaret smiles slightly. “They were easy to manipulate.” Marcus murmurs beside me. “That’s unfortunately true.”