So Evil My Love Novels & Stories

Realizing that I could not win over him, I told him, "Okay..Will you give me your phone now ?? " "Ofcourse shaky..I will give you but before that you have to say I love you rakshith.." I got furious after hearing his words..Is he thinking I was a toy ??..I'm not a puppet to act like he says..Yes..I loved him and still loving him but I don't allow him to use me as he wish..I will not say that word to him because he don't deserve it..He don't deserve my love..He don't deserve my selfless love..I even went to work as a cleaner for him but in return he used me like an tissue paper and threw it away..I got more angry while remembering all his insult words..I shouted to him,

He was the devil's son, and tonight, in this ballroom, he still wore the crown. --- Celine blinked, pulling herself back to the present. Ten years of planning, of scraping, of fueling her hatred with every sleepless night. And here he was, the man who had ruined her, standing so close she could smell the faint trace of his cologne leather, sandalwood, and something darker, like smoke and sin. He didn't recognize her. Of course he didn't. Celine Wolfe had died that night along with her old life; she had become a nobody, a waitress, a ghost. "Celine Voss" was the name on her forged ID tonight, a careful fabrication.

she was in tears now, “Am I not enough?” “You are,” dammit! How can she even ask that? “Then, why don’t you make love with me?” “I don’t make love, Evelyn!” Now I’m the one screaming losing all the control I have left, “I fuck, hard. I want you tied up, bent over, and pound into you so hard that you won’t be able to get up from that bed. Love doesn’t exist in my vocabulary, especially in my life. There are no flowers or happily ever after with me. I am not a prince charming Evelyn. I am the devil. I take what I want until I don’t want it anymore and that’s it. I take everything and leave nothing behind.”

Love is like a wind that flows in its direction with its own speed. Nobody can capture it in their hands. It’s a feeling that not only brings happiness but hurtful stances too. When two hearts are bound to be together no matter what others do or plan evil things it won’t affect their bliss. Love nourished and cherished in pure heart only.

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.

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.

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.

I yelled angrily. "And just hearing you say that makes me want to throw up." "No, Dean!" she exclaimed. "You can't be disgusted by me!" "And what do you want me to feel?" I asked sarcastically. "Love?" She nodded hopefully, and that made me think about how crazy she was. "But you should know that the only woman I love is Eva Fetcher," I said seriously. Sofia's eyes widened, and she glared at me angrily, but remained silent. And I want to make it clear that you'll never succeed in poisoning me against her, because unlike you, she's not some psycho who desires her own brother.

"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.