Pretty Evil Novels & Stories

The great Cassian Hale, who hated bullying because of his dead sister, had shown a tiny crack of pity. Good. That pity was exactly what I needed. I would use my pitiful life — the debts, the orphan story, the fragile girl act — to enter his world. Slowly. Carefully. I would get close to him. Make him trust me. Make him want me. Then I would destroy everything he loved. His wife, Hanna. His friends Darren and Hans. His perfect empire. Just like he destroyed my mother twenty years ago.

However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!" She looked at me with loving eyes and said, "Honey, there's actually something I've never told you. Ever since my legs were paralyzed, my mental health has been unstable. I often dream that I can stand up, only to wake up and realize I'm still disabled. Later, I became so disoriented that I couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore." She continued, "I've seen a doctor about it, and she can testify for me! I must have been in a dissociative state, so I manifested a second personality. She's the one who hurt you, not me!"

Percival clawed his way to his current position, getting his hands dirty with all sorts of shady business along the way. He's not a good person - he'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He's petty and holds grudges like nobody's business. When he's out to get someone, he won't let up until they're totally destroyed. He's like a honey badger - even with blood pouring down his face, he'll keep fighting till his opponent's down for the count. He's full of aggression and isn't afraid of anyone.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“Shut the fuck up! I didn't ruin my son's life. You are the one that deceived him. You made him hate me and turn his back on me.” “No. He turned his back on you when he found out how evil you are. You are pathetic Evelyn. No matter what you do, you will never win. You will live alone and die alone. You are a worthless mother….no, you don't even deserve to be called a mother because you are a monster.” Paa….

the psychologist said. Libia massaged her temples. “No, Dr. Helen, I can’t think of a single good thing. I’d rather hire some thugs to beat him up.” “Miss Musso…” the doctor said, alarmed. “It’s the truth. I want to scream, cry, and throw everything in this room! I’m the stupidest woman in the universe! And you know what? I hate myself more than I hate that awful man. I settle for so little, and I’m tired of this crap. I don’t want to be everyone’s fool anymore.” Libia broke down, sobbing, her cheeks flushed, crying like a newborn.

Aradan crept on all fours like a bewildered beast, and he was blind and ill from the terror. As the blade was drawn, it sounded. 'Do what you want, evils; but if it's possible, I'll stop you.’ Said Charlotte. But a gigantic Lycan standing in the distance. “The evils will fade away, and people will be terrified to approach them. Evils are situations in your life that are incongruent. Afflictions that have followed you around like a shadow are known as evils. Anything that isn't part of your natural destiny is evil. Evil loads, demonic attachments, and superfluous luggage are all examples of evils…” she said as she rose.

His eyes widen then stood up to level me, I needed to tilt my head to stare back. "More finer? You're comparing me to Harvin? Wow, I can't believe how desperate you are to be called pretty that you fell on his bait!" Can I punch him 160° degree?! Oh please! Help me out to erase him exactly now! "Well if I'm ugly at least I won't be so perverted to sniff someone's neck!" I step forward feeling the war that is about to wage. "Pervert me? You're referring to the University's rank 1 with high intelligence and manner?"

Despite myself, his touching and nibbling was driving me crazy. Something that made me all the more furious, because he knew it. I tried to focus on something unattractive about Gray that I could latch onto. But the only glaring thing I could pinpoint was his complete and utter lack of character. He’s evil. Conscienceless and devious. “Why do you want to hear that, Gray?” I said contemptuously. “Does it get you excited.” “No.” He pulled back to give me a long study. “It infuriates me.”

“Organ harvesting, child trafficking, cocaine cupcakes, underage hit squads. Jesus. What’s next? Baby fight clubs?” Bain exhaled through a sharp grin. “Let’s get her back.” “And then,” Vulture said with a dark smile, “I’ll personally find Valeria, drag her liver out through her nose, and use it as a coin purse.” The baby made a sound suspiciously like a fart. “…Well said, my tiny accomplice.”