Novel & Cerita Pretty Evil

Looking like a devil without a horn, tail and pitchfork, that was how i've seen him in that moment. The sincere madness in his eyes convinced me successfully, with a touch of discomfort being sent to me. Thinking he really did it for revenge is something i can somehow understand but never want to tolerate. Because i believe that no matter how evil the person is, he's still a human being. Like Violet Williams, she was human yet acted so inhumane to him. She was never a perfect figure of a successful woman because she wasted the opportunity to prove herself as a better person just for her inner dark desires.

“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….

She saw my confusion, leaned in close to my ears, and said in a low voice, “He is the definition of a devil's incarnate. He's violent, cruel, and vicious, and rumours have it that he hates women the most. He can kill without batting an eye. Even though most of the big shots in Ivory City would always try to please him and seem friendly to him on the surface, they avoid stepping on his toes at all costs because he retaliates with the worst punishment possible.” Elise said in one breath, looking at me with a look that said, ‘You just messed with the devil.’

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

This was how it was theorized that the system had been existing for so long. The great and mysterious entity was called Promiscuity System' — officially. It was like a devil from dark fantasy stories, feeding on its hosts' evilness while letting them fulfill the desires of their heart. Its AIs always attached themselves to people that were only one inch away from breaking due to despair, hopelessness, fear, sadness, or anger. Then once these people did the wrong choice of accepting the system in their lives, it would lead them to a path of no return, accelerating the death of their morality and reason.... Until only insanity and a deep desire to destroy their lives and others' lives remain..

Nobody said anything wrong at all about what she was really like. “What kind of appearance did you observed?” Vivian began suspiciously. “Please I would not hide any fact from you. Your outlook is like one of those modern women found in Hollywood and streets of the town. Your dressing violets modest fashion. You don’t look like the wife of a reasonable man; I am not pleased with your shameful appearance. Why do you allow demons to slip through you? Once again, I have the feeling of shame burning inside me, because your appearance connotes evil. Nobody ever believed that someone like you could do this nefarious act. One of these days you will be like one of those women who showed themselves i

“I told you not to hurt her. Take off the binds. She’s not some animal. Please.” Another word from Valentina and they let me go, though, the binds remain. I raise my eyes slowly and as they clash with the familiar intense blue, I recoil, my bladder tightening. She could wear a different hairstyle, fake the look of a concerned mother, but underneath all of that heavy makeup, there was evil. Bottomless, hungry, black evil. It oozes from her large pores and slips into my skin, festering, choking me until I struggle for every bit of air in my lungs.

There was no one but darkness outside. "Who's that?" "Corrine?" "Elise?" Eiden guessed. He thought that it was his sisters being ignorant. Eiden approached the door and looked outside. There was no one and it looked deserted. Maybe everyone was fast asleep and didn't realize the power was off. Eiden closed the door and as he turned around, that was exactly when he saw the demonic figure. His eyes were fiery red with his entire body covered in blood. His teeth were sharp and emitted a lot of foul odor with two black horns on his head. He grinned at Eiden.

Finn begins and I would have laughed if I wasn't glowering intensely at the scum bag of a human in front of me. "Funny," Eli states with a pointed look, even though everyone here knows Finn isn't exactly joking. "I'm here to apologise for all the fucked up things I've done. I wanted payback for the hell you've put me through. Now that I have," he draws in a breath. "I'm done." "If that's supposed to be an apology, that's a pretty shit one," Kiarra says in a frosty voice. "I spent a long time obsessing over ways to get back at you both. I chose two of the worst things to do and I thought I'd feel much better, but I don't. I'm just... sorry. For everything."

He winked. I had reached a point where I could not hit him with a vase or something. He was literally on top of my nerves. “I pray you rot in hell,” “Well, it seems like you’re rotting in my hell,” I hated this man’s nerves. No doubt he was an expert in manipulating innocents and his evilness must be the reason for such riches he had because he cared none about the people suffering because of him. “What do you mean?” I blatantly asked.