Mertua Yang Jahat Novels & Stories

At that, everyone, including Morticia and the fiend warriors, reeled in shock. So he was the Black Tortoise King's son. He had ended in that state because he tried to frame Darryl Darby. Morticia snapped back to her senses upon the realization. She could not hold back the mockery and disgust in her gaze. "Well, I can't say you don't deserve it for doing something so despicable." Morticia was one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, known for her ruthlessness, but she was not without her principles. She detested people who cheated and played dirty.

I asked. "Viola and Lilian have only gotten worse over the years. Everyone in the pack hates them because of their wickedness. People also hate Luther and his mate, Jaya, who are evil incarnate. In fact, Luther and Jaya are a perfect match. I don't know who is more evil," Janet said. I was silent for some seconds as I gazed at her. According to Janet, Jaya is as wicked as Luther. Well, I have no business with her cos I don't know her, and she didn't offend me.

How could life be so unfair to me? What is going on?" I recognized Alpha Edward's voice behind me and turned to see him staring at me with confusion in his eyes. “You!” I gritted my teeth and made my way towards him. “Because of what you did, my mother's corpse was thrown away. My innocent mother paid for a crime I never committed.” I spat on his face and saw remorse in his eyes. “I didn't send those men to kill your mother,” he lied bluntly, and I groaned. “Own up to your actions, Alpha Edward. You did it.” I accused, but he shook his head and looked in Aunt's direction.

Just know I'm a living testimony. "She's not worth it, Giovanni!" Sebastian uttered. And to say his words infuriated me would be an understatement, as it hit quite a sensitive nerve. The term anger did not even begin to describe the emotion swirling within me at the very moment. And without thinking, I briskly stand up and shoved him to the nearest wall with my bare hands wrapped around his neck.

“Oh my bad, I forgot you didn't speak Italian. Puttana means ‘whore.’ You see, people have been saying you're the Moretti's family’s whore—” “The hell?” I gasped, feeling my chest tighten with rage, and before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed my wine glass, jerking to my feet as I emptied its content on his stupid, smug face.

Well, I've fought tooth and nail and I've gone lengths to conquer beasts and the likes of them with my very bare hand. You don't believe me now, do you?Well your answer doesn't matter, you can see for yourself. __ “Lil Joe,you feel so big now don't you?” The Don, Paolo Romano's voice rang across the rooms of the Colombo’s family's Palatial. It didn't require a soothsayer to tell the members that Paolo, “The Jackal” as he was notoriously known as, was furiously mad. It had for weeks now become a trait that seemed unavoidable to the residents of the Family, and in all honesty, it was becoming hella annoying in here.

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

I'm not… I can't put my hopes on a man. She'd been jilted twice already and didn't trust her feelings enough to put faith in them. In believing there wasn't a chance for her and Stefan beyond a name on a license, she couldn't get hurt again. It was bad enough she didn't trust him not to desert her, and even harder to deal with a woman who didn't think she had the potential to be worthy of a man's fidelity.

eventually. *Zayn* The Santos are aiming for war and I wouldn't expect less from those amateurs. Their mafia is mostly known for its brutality but other than that their lack of strategy is what costed the pedestal that the Italian Mafia is enjoying. Power is useless if you don't know how to use it. Power is a game and whoever plays it better is the one who wins.

Kira asked the moment I stepped in, I ignored her, going towards my room. " Did you see George?" Jeff asked instead. I stopped walking, but didn't turn. I heard footsteps and soon he was in front of me. I looked away, biting my lips to stop them from trembling. " That bastard had the right to threaten me." I muttered through gritted teeth. " After all he's done! No remorse, not even a single bit! I wish I could just... Strangle him, kill him there!" I growled. Jeff lips twitched. " See? Those men will never change. Now, I'm sure there are many more at the top of the ladder doing worse things. It's our job to bring them down"