Scheming Novels & Stories

To land a ninety-million-dollar contract, I drank so much entertaining the client that I ended up in the hospital with a bleeding stomach. But at the company awards ceremony, the person who stood up to accept the recognition was my own trainee, Bella Young. I lost it on the spot. “Bella, why are you taking credit for my deal?” But Bella calmly pulled out the contract. The name on the signature page was hers. “Gina, I know you trained me, but that doesn’t mean you can just steal my work in front of everyone.” She gave me a mocking smile. “Isn’t that a little shameless? “Besides, closing deals takes skill. You’re getting old. Maybe you just can’t keep up anymore.” Just like that, she

“Ferguson is already suspicious. If she remembers in the wrong place at the wrong time, I lose.” “And we do not like losing,” he murmured. Exactly. “I need your help,” I said. “To speed things up.” “You want her memory tampered with again.” I smiled. “I want her fear sharpened. Her emotions unstable. Her confidence cracked. I want it to look natural. Organic. A collapse from the inside.” “You are requesting psychological damage,” he said. “Subtle. Lingering.” “Yes.” “That will cost more.” “Money is the least of my concerns.”

Nicholas’s POV The heavy scent of incense filled the air as I stepped into the lavish apartment. The walls were adorned with ancient tapestries depicting wolves, battles, and celestial bodies. The Shermans had made themselves at home, their presence a mix of eerie calm and unshakable authority. The elder Sherman, a gaunt man with silver hair and eyes like molten gold, sat cross-legged on an intricately woven rug. Beside him was his sister, a woman shrouded in black, her pale hands resting on a massive tome that radiated an unsettling energy.

he asked venomously. “Get off my ceiling. There are spiders up there-” “This is a journal of your dealings with me, isn't it! What, you think yourself an anthropologist?: 'Samael drifts towards psychopathic tendencies and seems unable to keep his mouth shut. He can't control his id and seems to have a schizotypal personality- Holy Mothers of Rot and Sin, are you psychoanalyzing me!” he roared, hurling the journal to the ground. I caught it just in time.

The mere thought of their demise elicits a wicked smile from Sasha's lips, as she relishes the prospect of their suffering. Driven by her twisted vendetta, Sasha meticulously orchestrates each step of the nefarious plot, ensuring that every detail aligns with her malevolent desires. She enlists a network of dark allies, carefully selecting those who share her malefic intent, ready to assist in the execution of her gruesome plan. Under the cloak of darkness, Sasha sets her wicked plan into motion. Her heart pounds with anticipation as she envisions the carnage that awaits. She is a predator on the prowl, stalking her unsuspecting prey with a merciless resolve.

Micah POV. Could my father just stop cheating! Couldn't he be genuine for once, if it wasn't for the pack calling him out on his lies, he would allow Joshua to win, he sent hunters after us, he gave Joshua a bigger advantage than us, he had help while we had to do our best to win, this isn't fair, nothing, dad does is fair, he's a cruel alpha.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Lisa commented. “He is going to get investment?” I asked feeling happy however two of them have stupid looks hearing my question. “Why? Want to ruin it by passing the information to your friend?” Rohan asked with an angry tone and I didn’t respond to such words. “Must be amazing to have a friend who uses his Dad’s power to sabotage his rivals and harm the companies on the way while hurting the livelihoods of the people belonging in those companies. Is that how a businessman behaves? Where are his ethics? Just because he has the brand GH behind him, he doesn’t care about anyone else.” He added shaking his head.

I frowned, glancing at Basil to see if he would say something, but he just sighed and lay back on his bed. “Listen here, dummy!” Sammy went on. “There are only five phantom wolves. Azriel, Zeke, Asher, Rhys and Dominic. Out of the five, Dominic has already picked one. Which is not surprising since he doesn't care for skills and is just interested in pretty boys he can toy with…” The last part made my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. So I was supposed to be the pretty boy toy?

I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread. As I adjusted my black mask, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow across the room, revealing various stations of depravity: whipping posts, spanking benches, and an array of torture devices that would make even the most hardened masochist shudder.