Nancy Vicious Novels & Stories

'You look ravishing,' Kevin whispered, his voice a deep, velvety rumble. She shivered at his touch, but stood still, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't understand what he was up to, but then in one swift move, he gently pushed her back into one of the trial rooms and closed the door behind him, locking her inside with him. Panicked, she glanced up at him again. His eyes—they were filled with a desperate longing that she recognized all too well.

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

In other words, Nancy had been with at least four other men aside from James. "That's right! If it weren't for these documents, I wouldn't have believed that she's done it four times. For two of them, it was done only three months apart! After being cheated, she used her body as a tool to get revenge from different men!" Glancing at the documents again, Kevin couldn't help but be surprised. "She's pitiful and hateful at the same time. Most importantly, she's vicious! However, she doesn't have any grudges against Rose. Why is she trying so hard to frame her?"

"Please. I'll do anything. Just leave them both alone." Valarie leaned in close to my ear. "It's too late for deals, Evans. You had your chance to cooperate. Now we do this my way." The chamber door opened with a hiss. Cold air rushed out, and I saw Nancy's eyes flutter beneath her closed lids. After five years of perfect stillness, she was starting to wake up. An d I was completely powerless to stop it.

That night, in her past life, she’d been tortured to the brink of death—all because of him. If murder weren’t illegal, she wouldn’t have brought a micro camera tonight—she’d have brought a knife. This time, she would expose every twisted act of his and destroy him completely. Footsteps approached outside the door. Gritting her teeth, Harper loosened her robe’s belt, leaving herself half-exposed. But for a long moment, nothing happened. When she finally opened her eyes, she met a pair of icy, soul-piercing eyes. Under the dim, flickering light, the tall man stood like a wild predator—cold, sharp, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.

Letting go of the sword, her hands outstretched towards the wounded hand but got puch away. " Was is going on here?!" The grumpy voice of another made the room still. The eyes roamed angryly at Nana_ Lily and bleeding Zach. " Cares to explain?!" . . . Nana sighed at the injustice. Her hand hugged herself from warmth in the cold prison. System assistant: "Your plan failed?!" Nana was startle at the sudden voice behind, her finger tips rubbing each other. System assistant: ( I couldn't see your plans, the scream went blurry and I couldn't see anything?"

Then a girl tumbles out of the woods a ripped sparkly purple dress tightly adorning her body shape. A red solo cup in one hand and her other clenched around her throat the maroon liquid slipping through her fingers. Her footsteps sounded odd as she limped on one broken heal, tears running down her face causing her mascara to follow it all the way down. Her hair was disheveled and knotty as she looks at us with pleading eye's. "Damn it" I growled out as another set of foot steps came stepping towards the girl from behind. The maniacal two face blonde bitch following out from behind her in a taunting manor.

“ Stand up, you unfortunate woman! “ He sent Sasha pointing the gun at her. Nancy obeyed, swallowing hard. “ give me the keys to the cage and leave it on the floor. Any suspicions I'll shoot! I saw an evil look on Sasha, as if she was ready to kill her. A look I've never seen before. Nancy took the keys out of her pocket and threw them on the floor, kicking them towards Sasha for her to pick up. Sasha carefully and without taking her eyes off her, took the key. She approached me and handed it to me. Nancy wanted to pick up an object on the table, but before she could, Sasha shot her in the arm. Nancy screamed and took a deep breath, groaning in pain. I got out of the cage, Sasha continued st

When Nancy was deep in her passion, she was a different woman, revealing her Spirit Sprite persona. Deep panting was heard as Blake moved his kisses towards her neck and shoulders. Blake’s skilled hands were unbuttoning the blouse she has on, and her bra was removed from their position, revealing her supple breasts. But before the scene became more erotic, there was a response from the computer that took their attention away from what they were doing, and Nancy pried herself away from Blake and made her way to the monitor. A file was solely designated to Thomas Elon, right above Blake Elon. Blake frowned after composing himself, looking at the file on the monitor, and clicked on it.

My resurrection but instead of pride, unease pressed into me like a stone lodged beneath my ribs. I could not stop replaying the moment earlier when Nurse Nancy avoided me countless times in the hospital corridors . The same dodge of the eyes, the quick change of direction when she saw me , It was too deliberate to be coincidence. Ten years ago, Nancy was confident, steady, a nurse who faced chaos with a calm I had admired. Now she carried herself like a woman trying to outrun her own shadow like she had something to hide. What could she possibly be hiding? Does she know something I am unaware of ? And her daughters…