Nasty Novels & Stories

Something seemed to flash through Nate's mind, and his expression twisted into one of profound discomfort. "Don't tell me he got his pants dirty? Damn! I always thought he was a suave, refined type. Who knew he could be that sleazy? Ugh, I can't unsee it now! "You said earlier that even after getting hit, he didn't leave, and even told the girl to 'remember him'… Shit, do you think he's into that? Like, a full-blown masochist?" Nate's words grew more and more outrageous by the second.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

“We are done.” Nathan’s face twisted into an ugly, hateful sneer. “Fine. Have it your way. But mark my words. I am going to make you suffer for this. I will ruin this little fantasy of yours until you hate him. Until you are on your knees crying, wishing you never knew me.”

Her face was fixated on Trishia's ugly face but she was not scared of it anymore. It is not the face of a person you should be scared of but the character. A bad attitude is worst than an ugly face. A bad character is the ugliest. "Your father is a narcissist! Do you know what's unfair, Hanna?" Trishia paused while her burned face was still close to Hanna.

Nandini was just laying unconscious. " Nandini soon i'll throw you out from manik's life. Your a bad omen for this family. I would have killed you there but i want you to starve, for life for everything you dreamt off. Now see how will i make your life hell. No one is here to support you or help you." Fleshback ends

Jordan Miller ~•~ Alessandro was a bastard. He was a jerk, a dick, an asshole, but he was also a smart man. I looked at my phone in disgust, trying with all my might to resist throwing it against the wall. I had gotten what I'd been asking for any opportunity I got, but it made me want to strangle Alessandro. He said he hated me being fake. Let's see how real I could get when I get my hands on him.

Greg didn't take a second to put two and two together before launching towards a shocked Nathan. He took a fistful of his collar and pinned him against a wall, " what the fuck are you doing man?!" He snapped. Greg punched the helpess idiot multiple times until his nose bled. I just knew it was broken and might never be in shape again.

"I'm quite accustomed to it. He is cruel to me all the time." "Really?" "Yes. He finds the ultimate pleasure in abusing me." "He abused you?!" "At every turn." Been living in a fast lane since his early adulthood, there was only a few which could surprise him, but what Blackthorne just heard stunned him. He knew that the duke was a cold, arrogant prick, but he never expected him to be a vile pervert. Looking at the sweet, innocent-looking woman next to him, he imagined the shame and the pain she endured at the hands of her master. Blackthorne was definitely not a moral man, and he might have broken hearts of too many women in his amorous adventures, but he never derived sick, disgusting plea