Revolting Novels & Stories

Let go of every bit of self-respect he has for himself. Just like that, my original plan of grief and gore seems childish. Weak. This new attack is one that will hurt so much more. One that will tear apart the Chicago pack. How can they trust their Beta, if he’s fucking a demon - their worst enemy? Dark joy blossoms in my gut, all the souls that live there writhe in protest. Pushing closer to him, my palm flattens against his chest once more, his skin heating mine, sending warmth to my most intimate area. I may loathe his kind, but I am still a woman and a sexy man in front of me can still encourage those wants and needs.

She was wearing a short yellow flowery dress. "Wow! You are ready for me." She blew kisses at me. I stood up and went to where the wardrobe was. I opened it and quickly wore a shirt and a trouser. "Too bad." She staggered and that when I knew she was drunk. "Come help me to the bed." She sluttered. I looked at her with disgust and hatred. I felt like strangulating her but I can't. I'll either be killed or sent to jail. She struggled herself and jumped on the bed.

she said, looking away as she considered the seriousness of their situation. Brad spoke with a softer tone as he leaned forward. "Our adversaries have other motivations besides money. They work for a large, evil organisation that is engaged in widespread government corruption, people smuggling, and arms trafficking. Even if it means endangering our lives, they will do all it takes to keep their horrifying secrets safe.

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."

A transparent person whom everyone carefully avoids, except to attach an insult or a sneer. I've walled myself in a stone silence. The timid girl was sacrificed on the altar of their cruelty. What emerges from her ashes is a creature of cold observation. I note everything. The names of those who snicker the loudest, Liora's fake smiles, Raphaël's cowardly indifference. I collect their misdeeds like others collect stamps. Every detail feeds the blaze of my hatred.

Somehow it reminded me of my emotion five years ago. "I regret wasting five years bawling over you. The Sean I knew is dead and the one here is just pure devil. You can stoop down to this low that I didn't expect. The Sean I knew was rude, annoying but he knew how to respect girls and that is why I loved him. Get this clear Mr. Blackwood, I. HATE. YOU." throwing the newspaper I had found on the front of my car on his angry face, I walked out of the office and headed back home. I am not going to tell this devil about Alexis, he doesn't deserve his brother until he changes. THIRD PERSON POV

The messenger repeated " And you watched it till the end without doing anything?!" The evil beings leader screamed " Yes master! They were all happy!" The messenger added " Get out of my sight, all of you are just useless and a coward!" The evil beings leader yelled on top of his voice "Sorry master" the messenger replied as he squried away fearfully The evil leader scattered the whole room in anger as he kept on hitting the wall so hard. He called unto the evil manager instantly... ...........................................

Once again, that stupid attraction to bad men. The young woman shook her head, trying to dismiss those crazy thoughts. The next day, Tiodor presented himself in front of her again. "Little girl." "Hey, I don’t like being called that," she dared to say, "I don’t know if you know this, but I’m twenty-three years old, I’m not a ‘brat.’" "You’re an immature brat, that’s what you are." Libia pouted and got up from the bed.

--- Not fractured. --- Not chaotic. --- --- Quiet. --- --- Too quiet. --- --- The fisherman sat by the stove, unmoving. --- “I used to get angry faster,” he said. --- --- The São Paulo teacher nodded slowly. --- “Me too.” --- --- Riven looked at Charlotte. --- “This is worse.” --- --- Charlotte didn’t disagree. --- “Yes.” --- --- Because anger— --- Conflict— --- Resistance— --- They were not flaws. --- --- They were signals. --- --- And now—

I turned my head, grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him down into another kiss; smoke and whiskey and pure sin. His hand came around, grabbed my boobs hard, rolled the nipple between rough fingers until I whimpered into his mouth. We broke apart, the three of us panting like we’d been running for miles. Rev’s eyes locked on mine, dark and lethal, his voice so low that it vibrated through my bones. “We’re gonna make it hurt so good.” I smiled; slow, filthy, and reckless. I never liked it easy anyways. “Do your worst, boys,” I whispered.