Nasty Novels & Stories

Heh…Crack…Heh…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… Laughter. Sickening twisted maddening laughter. That was all Naraja could hear inside of him after the mysterious black-figure had said those words. Naraja didn’t know why, but he just wanted to beat this thing’s ass so painfully and brutally. Those words and that tone was all too ludicrous. It all just pissed him off to the fullest. Naraja: “Heh, heh. Yeah. Oh yeah. We can definitely reconcile right here and right now you worthless piece of shit!!”

I push myself away from him and close the link. “You could always reject him.” He smirks, leaning back in the couch, one foot resting on his knee. I snap my head to him, Sophia and Lilly chuckling in the background. Fucking wretches. “Fuck you Farkas!” I snarl, my gaze cold and violent. His smirks widens, the others dropping their conversations and focusing on the two of us. “Gladly.” He pushes of the couch, answering my blazing gaze with a dark and promising one. “Don’t you dare come any closer.” I say through gritted teeth, my spirit awake and burning violently. The raw power pulsating through me like a crashing river.

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.

but I love nasty things. “Suck it harder, slút,” he moans as he pushes his díck in a fast pace, “Queen slút gets what she begs for huh?” "Mmmph, disgusting pig díck!" I said, my eyes watery filled with joy as I pop free strings spit, “More! Deeper!" Greedy bitch." He pulls out, spits on his palm then strokes his hairy díck shiny, he slams me on the desk and legs split wide. Fists his right hand inside

The woman retorted with a sarcastic chuckle. "Really? Well, keep dreaming that," Bienley said, giving the girls the same sarcastic chuckle, which sparked another outrage. "You know what, I'm not gay, and whenever a girl catches my eye, my dick usually goes wild. But looking at all of you, I'd rather fuck a lamppost." Bienley casually continued, boldly staring at their chests and the short skirts they were wearing. "Have you heard about the Casanova?" After receiving no response from the tongue-tied girls, he went on.

I sneered. I calmly looked at him as he took the cup, drank a large gulp, and quickly spat the water out. "Hot! Whot did youth do?" His tongue was so burned that his speech became slurred. "Just disinfecting your mouth a little," I replied. I looked at the lipstick mark on his shirt with disdain. It was the same shade as what Melissa was wearing. I added, "If you keep licking cheaply made lipstick, you'll end up with lead poisoning."

***** One month later It had been a long and tormenting month since the scandal broke out, and Nathalie found herself trapped within the confines of her own home. The relentless onslaught of anti-fans had transformed her once peaceful sanctuary into an unsettling battleground of hatred and animosity. The walls that once held cherished memories were now marred with red, insulting words, cruelly labeling her as a "slut," a "gold digger," and various other names. Every morning, Nathalie would wake up to a barrage of fresh graffiti, a painful reminder of the relentless condemnation she faced. It seemed as though there was no escape from the tormenting messages that adorned the walls, constantly

I'm fed up of your skin crawling eyes looking down at me like I'm some meat you want to feed on being a hungry vulture! 'Alright then listen my gutsy kitten, because I want to hurt you to the point that you no longer recognise yourself, I want to marr you both physically and mentally and I like seeing you writhing in pain. It's a pleasant sight to behold.' 'These glistening tears make you look even more tempting than I want to admit. It's my newly discovered sick pleasure to see you like this, broken and gloomy. And about your alluring body, you think you can trade your body for the liberation of a culprit? Well I'm not that fool sweetheart. That's why I married you butthead so that no one c

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

I looked at her, at the desperation in her eyes, the obsession that had turned her into something monstrous. She was willing to burn the whole school down just to possess a boy who didn't even want to look at her. She was the embodiment of why this school was nicknamed "Pervy Mthland." It wasn't just about the boys; it was about the twisted, obsessive games people played with each other's lives.