Mertua Yang Jahat Novels & Stories

Don't get me wrong, she is not the villain here, but I still felt this hostility, which was one more reason for her to hate me. She came in clapping her hands, being ironic as she always was in situations when something got out of her control. "Congratulations Sofia...you managed to take even that from me! Marriage to Petro He was my chance to get rid of this fucking house, and get rid of you!" "I'm not marrying him, Mirella, I never wanted any of this...why are you blaming me for this situation...it was you who started imagining a perfect future with a man you barely know! And he proved to be the bastard I said at the beginning.

ANGER. A strong feeling of displeasure, hostility or antagonism towards someone or something, usually combined with an urge to harm. Anna Davenport had felt this way severally whenever she heard some of the stories some of her traumatic patients had been through and how she desperately wished she could teach the assailants a lesson. Her day hadn’t stated so great as she kept getting involved with Dylan Blake, the current director of her hospital but the patient in front of her just tops it all. She stares at the 17year old teenage boy seated in front of her, looking lost in his own world.

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I blamed myself knowing that it is a total contrast to what he just said. "Elijah told me a story about an ugly girl in a village. Everyone used to be terrified of her because of her appearance. Children used to cry , adults termed her as bad luck. People accused her for all the awful things happening in the village. No one believed her when she said she was innocent. They called her witch,hit her with stones and drove her out of the village. She believed that everything happened to her because she was ugly and blamed herself. On the way she came across a rift and threw herself into it and died." There is silence again. This time he is grinning stupidly as if he narrated some very motivatin

', abomination and disgust transparent in those infuriated eyeballs stuck on her appalled face. Her widened eyes narrowed in utmost revulsion. She clenched her fist in humiliation and anguish as tears sprung in her, a pair of glossy doe eyes, cascading in mortification. His hatred blinded him to such extent that he didn't shy away from calling her an immoral enticer!! Seriously? She's seducing him?? When and for heaven's sake, she's his wife!!! He has no morality left in him..

Uncle had a farm that secretly harvested them so we did not only use it to get what we want, we also sold it to the highest bidder since it was high in demands. The reason neqor was mostly favored is because it didn't sit too long in the system, the chance of finding out one was poisoned by neqor was impossible and that's why it was banned. But the Mendova's always had their way. I looked back at her cold beady eyes, it felt as if she was staring at me with hate. "I'm sorry." I said with a hint of remorse washing over. "But you shouldn't have spoke against the Mendova's." I said in a low voice.

the psychologist said. Libia massaged her temples. “No, Dr. Helen, I can’t think of a single good thing. I’d rather hire some thugs to beat him up.” “Miss Musso…” the doctor said, alarmed. “It’s the truth. I want to scream, cry, and throw everything in this room! I’m the stupidest woman in the universe! And you know what? I hate myself more than I hate that awful man. I settle for so little, and I’m tired of this crap. I don’t want to be everyone’s fool anymore.” Libia broke down, sobbing, her cheeks flushed, crying like a newborn.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

“Boleh, asalkan bukan hal yang buruk, aku bukan penyihir jahat. Semua energi Mana-ku digunakan untuk melakukan hal yang baik.” Harith tersenyum mendengar Helena, entah kenapa dia terpikat pada Helena yang begitu cantik. “Kalau aku minta kau membuat orang jahat menderita, apakah itu hal yang buruk?” tanya Harith. Helena mengetuk-ngetuk jarinya di atas meja, menimang-nimang, dia sendiri tidak tau pasti apakah itu hal yang baik atau buruk. “Aku tidak bisa mengutuk, aku penyihir yang bisa menyembuhkan sesuatu, jadi tidak bisa melakukan hal seperti itu, maaf.”

Austin told him making Matias huff. “So, you think werewolves are better just because they stand unity and family? I refuse to believe that because even some of your kinds are greedy and vengeful. not all of you are as united as you think.” Maita resorted. “I know that and no everyone is good. That is why we fight with everything we have to do good and show the likes of you that good always wins against evil.” He sighed looking at them.