So Evil My Love Novels & Stories

I was calmly walking around him. More like, distracting him to give Cool and the rest enough time to vacant the place before I proceed with the plan. "But then, your sister loved a man of your own kind, however, you just had to covet someone out of your league. And when you failed to get the heart of the woman you believed you loved, you wanted to destroy what she loves." I saw how Cool instructed everyone to go to a safe distance. "That's not love, Lord Dorchadas. That's evil. And love was never evil." I told him and stopped in front of him.

I recalled all the evil deeds which I did with her. First, I cheated her. Then abused her. Installed a tracker in her body like she was some sort of robot. Humiliated her. Treated her like a shit. Eve really loved me so much. Her love was so innocent and selfless. But my cupidity and evilness flooded my brain making me treat her like she was some sort of an animal. She doesn't deserve it. I myself made her hate me so much. I am really a fool!! I got way too jealous when she got too close to my friends. But why? Of course, they treated her so nicely and kindly. She deserves it after all. But all of a sudden fear gripped me as the thought of her departure crossed my mind.

she nodded, realizing now what he meant, “but...she’s evil, Cord. I thought it wouldn’t work. Evil doesn’t repel an evil doing. Like Arianna remember?” A serene smile appeared on his lips. “Amanda, true Eloise’s blood is pure evil,” Cord stated, still cupping her face, “but I got a whole lot of good to counteract it, namely...your love. When I drained Arianna, I hadn’t met you then. I wasn’t protected by your love.” “Goodness, you’re being cheesy.” Amanda couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. Cord didn’t take offence with it. He kissed her forehead instead and whispered. “It is the truth.”

I see so many things in those eyes, sadness, desperation, longing…and love. He speaks up slowly, breathing hard. “If…if I’m still in love with you…what would you say?” My heart almost stops beating. He still loves me! God, he still loves me!! “Fuck, say something!” he curses and buries his face into my palms. “You are killing me. Just say that you are disgusted and want me to get out of here. Come on, say it. I can take it…” “Why do you think I will be disgusted?” I mutter in a low voice.

Ivy I’ve sat back for too long, too long. They have done me dirty, tarnished my name and the man I loved since I’ve known myself didn’t choose me. He chose a dirty maid. Love is an evil thing, the feeling itself will either make you or break you, in my case it twisted my insides and melted my heart leaving an empty casing full of hate. Ivy, name as deadly as poison as bitter as the plant and as pretty as a person outside appearance that’s what I am. And that’s what they turned me into.

she recounted. "Are you suggesting you were set up? And by whom?" "Love set me up. I was betrayed by love itself, and no one else," she answered. "I’m not here to point fingers, so don’t expect me to name names after all, the real fool in this tale is me. The reason I put my signature to a document I hadn’t even glanced at was love, not greed or money, but love," she said with a faint smile. I shot a glare, my focus shifting to Daniel, who sat as still as a statue.

"My mother would never do that! She loved your family so much she was willing to live in the Romano mansion, just to make sure you were all happy. She was your nanny, for Christ's sake! How can you spit all these lies about her?" Silvio's cold voice cut through the air "I don't give a damn about you or your mother. A traitor deserves death. Only death" Eva shook her head, disbelief flashing in her eyes "Fuck you!" she spat "You and your evil brothers deserve to die-especially you, Silvio. You don't deserve happiness. You deserve to be buried without a coffin. You don't deserve to be loved" Silvio's face twisted into a mask of cold fury as he snarled "Shut up"

Over the years, my family inevitably found itself swept along by the influence of the Sullivans. A wave of clarity washed over me at this moment. All along, this was how Blake had seen me. Tears fell without warning, and my chest felt like it had been torn open, a massive, aching emptiness inside. Blake was right. His family was twisted and monstrous in their own way. And Blake—he was even worse. Cold, distant, and towering above me. Perhaps all these years, he had been watching me with detached eyes. He never really believed in my love for him. His love for me was likely just another act.

I lean back and Keith rolls his eyes before getting up and walking away. Now, it’s just me and the silence in the room. Many thoughts raced through my mind. Sometimes I wish I had a normal life like Emily does. No enemies. No pressure. No bloodshed, which happens often. Even if I have Emily forgive me for my actions, I don’t think she would ever like me because of who I am. I am the devil and she is an angel. Sometimes I even hate myself for who I am today. Is it because of my dad? Or is it because of my wrong choice?

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.