Pretty Evil Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I hate how full I am. I hate that you didn’t even ask. I hate that my mum thinks you’re respectable.” His lips brushed my neck. “I love that she does.” I gasped. “Oh my God, you’re evil,” I hissed, my voice cracked and trembling and way too high-pitched to sound intimidating. “You’re not just evil. You’re like evil with a capital E. Like if Lucifer had a cock and a mansion and a fucking six-pack and ruined girls for fun while their mums were on speakerphone thinking he was a God-sent father figure..that’s you. “That’s who you are. You’re the reason I’m going to hell. You’re the reason I’m going to wake up tomorrow with a cross carved into my thighs and no hymen and a permanent tremor in my

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.

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..

“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.

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.

Is Tukijo going to give them a cheat sheet? __________ 1. Santet is a person's attempt to harm another person remotely by using black magic.

I open one of the voice notes, just to confirm that, yes, he's still the human embodiment of a douche bag. “Adele, listen. I didn’t mean for this to happen. You’re blowing this out of proportion. Elaine was vulnerable—” I stop the message there. For his safety and mine. Because if I listen to one more second of him weaponising Elaine’s “vulnerability” while she was very much almost naked with her hands and mouth all over him, I will walk into traffic. My finger hovers over the screen. Block him? It’s so tempting to do that right now. But no, I don’t want silence. I want him to keep spiralling while I go through the chaos he made me start.