Nasty Brutish And Short Novels & Stories

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

"That's not fair. My mother's opinion doesn't count as mine." He smirked. "Life's not fair, Sweetcheeks. Fair's for idiots who believe in happily ever after and the poor fuckwits who actually get fooled into thinking that a spoiled brat who's never known what it means to live in terror every single fucking day of their childhood, could actually deign to love a bastard from the streets. You know who would be perfect for you? That little shit....Tom....Ted....Todd? Fuck his name, just fucking go and play the perfect little heiress and get the hell out of my apartment!"

I yelled out of frustration. "Don't fucking yell at me I could've left you there to die! I could've let him rape you and kill you. If I wanted to I could've waited till he killed you so that you could kill him and collect the money my damn self!" He yelled as his eyes darkened. Dylan's a very attractive man but when he gets angry like this it's incredibly scary. He almost looks like a different person, he gets so infuriated that he can't control his impulses. But at this point I had nothing to loose

Nickson has an affair with the woman and deceives her with all false hopes of a beautiful future. Asshole! You damn bastard! Blakely knelt, sobbing at the occasional cursing that came out of her mouth for Nickson. Even all those dirty words couldn't describe how damn Nickson was in her eyes. Nickson was worse than any despicable beast. He's disgusting!

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

It's redness equals a bloods colour. He reddens and sweat nonstop. He also vibrate and jerk continuously. Am guessing that's his dumb soul gradually departing his wicked body. I smile then grin. I cluster and clamp harder my claws around his beating heart. It really beasts heavily and rapidly. It's proves his fear over death. Well he's a murderer. He's an inconsiderate being. He shouldn't subject others to a fate himself frightens over. That's genuine wickedness so he really deserves my next brutal action.

Dante Moretti. Victor’s most ruthless rival. She had heard the name whispered in fearful voices around the estate, but now, seeing him up close, she understood why. He was nothing like Victor. Where Victor’s dominance was controlled and suffocating, Dante exuded something more sinister…. chaotic and cruel. He was tall and lean, his dark suit perfectly fitted, but his presence alone made the room feel smaller. His jet-black hair was slicked back, exposing a sharp jawline and piercing green eyes that held a sick kind of amusement.

He was 6'3", yet he fell to his knees before me while crying. He hugged my legs and begged me to forgive him. I sighed in resignation and pushed him away gently. "Maybe you don't remember this, but I'm only human. Did that stop you and Benjamin from hating me and wishing for my death? "I'm a human being, and my heart beats just like yours does. Do you really think you deserve my forgiveness after everything you've done to harm me for Jennifer's sake? Will your conscience be clear?"

They were the spoilt, and shameless alpha from the other part of the European nation. "She looks like a wretched wench!" One of the Alpha mocked. I feigned ignorance as if I wasn't listening to the words which were falling from their gutter mouth. "I would love to see how she can pretty swallow my cums." "She's a fukin slut anyway." My eyes turned purple, and my fist clenched against my thighs with veins popping out of my skin. I was trying so hard to suppress my anger and when their laughter and scorn keeps getting into the pore of my skin, I have no choice but to grab the last man who I had sighted laughing at me.

It wasn't every day you had a hot man pinning you to the forest grounds with a knife to your neck asking you to spell brat and who knows he might have his own special spelling of it and get mad that I didn't spell it in his way and then I would be in more trouble. Tell me what the fuck you are, He had said but I am no brat. Maybe when it comes to him, I am one and what did he do with brats? I wanted to find out and I also did not want to find out. "How many syllabus is it grump?" I gulped and he snorted, "B-R-R-A-W-T-T." I spelled it, the wrong way and he looked like he was about to have the laugh of his life.