Nancy Vicious Novels & Stories

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…

Her voice turned icy as she issued the warning, her eyes filled with apparent hatred, making Demi Moore couldn't help but sigh deeply. "Ace, do you know you've really messed up? Why give her hope and then leave her in despair? A desperate woman, truly, becomes crazy." "Demi Moore, if you don't want to die too quickly, don't let others discover your true identity. As for me, I am an example!" After saying this, Nancy slammed the door shut, leaving Demi Moore alone in the cold room, trembling slightly. ... Nancy held a tray of sweet pastries in her hand, a cold smirk on her lips. So she liked sweets, huh? Well, she would wait and see how long she could enjoy them.

"That thing should’ve been erased for good." "And yet," Nancy sighed, glancing at me, "here we are. Someone’s clearly trying to mess things up." I clenched my jaw. "I believe it was Seraphine." Nancy hesitated before shrugging. "I don’t know, but she’s the main suspect." "She was obsessed with power," I pointed out. "Even if it was dark magic—I doubt she ever cared." Nancy rolled her eyes. "Yes. What a classic villain monologue. I swear, people like her should just get a hobby. Knitting, painting, maybe?"

Inside the study, Alex was looking at the documents on the desk. When he heard footsteps, he raised his head and looked at Nancy. Nancy stood angrily in the middle of the study. Her chest heaved up and down. "Why did you ask me to come here?" Alex didn't give Nancy a reply immediately. Instead, he picked up the laptop on his work desk and went on a website before turning the screen to her. "Take a look." The news on the screen was about the attempted murder of Mrs. Summers.

Missy gave him the chance, but what she didn’t expect are the fusses surfacing their new chapter. Fusses not meant to create a rift but jeopardize their lives, fusses with secret beyond laughs and smiles; jaw dropping fusses. Book 2 of Vicious Billionaire Trilogy. Cannot be read as stand-alone. Book 1- Bride To The Vicious Billionaire. Book 2- Falling For The Vicious Billionaire. Love you all and thanks for the support.

He whispered in her ear and she was disgusted to her core. She struggled to get away but he was too strong. Until she doubted if he was a real human or really an animal. Then suddenly after 5 minutes of abuse he pushed her to ground so hard that her head hit the bedside table and she lost her consciousness. Without noticing her for a second he moved away to the door until he stopped in his tracks. He looked back to see. She was not moving. She was still like she was dead. His mind blew and he almost ran. As he reached her, he turned her over on her back as she was laid on the ground lifeless on her front. There was so much blood on the floor that it even flowed beneath the bed. Her head was

She asked, her teary eyes locked on Nancy’s. “No, I didn't.” Nancy said firmly, her pulse racing. “Since the day I stepped foot in your house, you’ve treated me like a sister, and not like a maid. Although, I’ve been telling Mr. Victor Mason that I’m using it, but I swear I haven't.” Nancy said. “Ok,” Isabella simply said as her emotions had weighed heavily on her words. “Ma’am, I want you to play along, please.” Nancy pleaded, her voice filled with fear. “If Master Victor finds out I haven't been using the substance, I’m afraid he’ll kill me,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears.

She was used, abused and tortured by her captives until she lost her soul to darkness. Phoenix wasn't the type to feel remorseful after a deadly action. For the past three to four years, she had been a ruthless assassin with no soul. She was so ruthless that after completing a heinous assignment, she could sit down to a comfortable meal in a room filled with corpses. She felt no emotions, no pity, and no regrets. Her mind was viciously evil.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

She was that kind of psychopath. "Serine," Kelly chirped. "Are you ready for yourself to be exposed?" I shook my head in disbelief. With do many threats and warnings, she still thought this would work on me? I was thinking she was just bluffing until she pulled put out a black decorated thing. My notebook.