Pretty Evil Novels & Stories

“Hmm. Let’s see... South Park?” Olivia laughed, shaking her head as she reached for the scallions. “Nope. Not even close.” “BoJack Horseman? No, too depressing,” he mused, sliding one of the glasses toward her across the marble island. “Give me a hint.” “Big Mouth,” she said, popping a blackberry into her mouth. Derek actually choked on a laugh, nearly spilling his own drink. “No way. Absolutely not. That show is... Liv, that show is aggressively filthy.”

Moonlight through the window cast shadows, but after a quick scan she knew the room was devoid of life save for her. And then she saw it. In the vanity mirror. A reflection of the window. And looking in through the window was a creature that should not exist. That cannot be from this world. Too horrible for words. Just know, that this thing was evil. Even in the pale light, she could see the vile intentions in its inky eyes and snarling, fangled mouth. It looked excited. And hungry. Its grey hands pressed against the glass, each elongated, alien finger leaving a film residue behind as it dragged its claw-like nails down the window.

"Alright, Lucero, enough with the topic, it's his private life, and we don't need to know more than his personal life." I put my hand on her leg, insisting that she stop, we've already made the boy uncomfortable enough. From her, it's been clear to me that victimizing a person is a mortal sin because the person doesn't make an effort to pursue their dreams, no, they fall into the world of depression.

Only a piece of the pool area could be seen. "Lo digo en serio (I'm mean it). Lo que Gael y su dulce esposa le hicieron a esos hombres, a Leonel, a Raymond, a todo el mundo; lo que nos hicieron... (What Gael and his sweet wife have done to these men, to Leonel, to Raymond, to everyone; what they have done to us...) Fue malo, incómodo y feo escuchar a un hombre como Raymond describirse a sí mismo como alguien tan débil (It has been bad, uncomfortable and ugly to hear a young man like Raymond describe himself as someone so weak), que se ha dejado influenciar por una mujer como esa (that he let himself be influenced by a woman like that), cuando sabemos que él no es débil, es la maldad actuando

You are a monster," Ava cursed. "I can be one in bed too." He smiled at Ava coyly. Ava almost vomited when she tried to imagine her and Fillip. Fillip wasn't ugly, but there are two shades of ugly. The skin shade and the soul shade The worst one is the soul shade. Your appearance doesn't count, but how you interact with people does. People like Fillip are ugly in their souls. They treat people like dirt and take advantage of weak and innocent people. "Sure, good for you; it is none of my business."

FUCK IM SO BAD AT THIS, SHE NEEDS ME AND I COME OUT WITH I KNOW . "You didn't deserve any of it" I whispered , my heart clenching every time I looked at her . Her eyebrows frowned at my words . "Why did he do it then?" She whimpered quietly . "Because some people are just evil , some people are just cruel" I tried to explain as best I could . But I couldn't give her a solid reason because I don't abuse, I just kill . Which is probably worse . Why does she like me again ? . Oh yeah I forgot I'm irresistible. What the fuck is my brain doing , my girl is sitting here infront of me , having a mental breakdown and I'm thinking that I'm irresistible.

I was too angry to face such a kind soul. Valefar was evil. I had known that all my life. No-one pretended he was anything other than a vile, vicious, villain. I had seen him destroy human lives and break the souls of brilliant werewolves. I had seen him take his anger out on imps and kill creatures for the fun of it.

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.

But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death. I can even remember Odin's favorite motto for me. "If you are weak, then you have no right to live in this world," That's Odin's favorite line. But... where am I? It's impossible that Odin will let me out of their sight. They can't let me gone even just for an hour. For them, I'm a tool or a machine that they can use and experiment with every time they want. Yes, they are that cruel. And I loathe them to the core!

“You are evil…” The man spat at her. She arched an eyebrow and looked at the man. “I’m evil?” She asked shocked slightly. She shook her head “Sweetheart…you don’t know evil…you haven’t seen evil..I have…do you know what it is like to hold a dying child in your arms as you bleed out yourself because someone thought it was good to shoot them, just because they weren’t human? How about doing the same thing again, but with twins…and they were your own…would you call the children evil because they were not human? Or would you call their murderer evil? How about the person that burns down a whole town filled with women and children just because they aren’t human? How about being the person that ri