These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends Meaning Novels & Stories

The explosion, when it finally happened, would either destroy them both or turn everything into silver and gold. "Share with me," he said in a low gruff voice, like a wolf close to biting her. "Kill me with your sweetness, Little Mac." With a sudden sense of fear that she would lose out on even one minute of kissing him, she lowered her head to his. Her perilous attraction to him only pushed her onward. These violent delights have violent ends. Isn't that how Romeo and Juliet goes?

Or as safe as this place can be for me. I’m probably just being weak-willed with all this talk of fighting and killing, anyway and my body needs to learn it can’t have everything it desires as there are more important things than physical pleasure. Yet, I keep going back to how unhappy the thought of violence towards Cedric makes me feel.

A place where a new generation will overcome this place soon. For the very last time... History may repeat itself, but a strong will is capable of stopping it. Does a hasty game with no rules and only fiery objectives played by feisty people lead to this path? It's indeed a game over. "I love you... Those three untold words." Every person's destination is a paradise, and it is their last glimpse of the end. THE END

She aggressively tried to completely silence him permanently. Now, he was actively coming to completely, violently tear her pristine, highly expensive world entirely apart. The broken, muzzled footstool was permanently dead. The true, absolute Devil of Dalal Street had officially, violently returned, completely forged entirely in blood and highly toxic ashes. And he was actively bringing absolute, inescapable hell completely with him.

"What a terrible vigor! It's a great tonic for our demon clan, but it's so strong that it may backfire!" The vigor condensed into a fierce beast, which completely integrated the fierceness, cruelty, despair, and a lot of blood. Such a scene could never be condensed unless it was a fierce battle!

He turned, eyes cold, “There are none.” A slow grin split my face. My pulse surged, hot and violent. No rules meant no mercy. No lines meant I could paint the streets red with their screams and sleep like a baby after. I could already see it, the flames, broken bones, severed tongues. Blood havoc, tailored by my hands. Vincenzo seemed satisfied with my smile. He knew what it meant. Hell, he was counting on it. He turned back to the window, smoke curling from his cigar, “Torch what they love. Hit the cash, the chemicals, the kids they think are loyal.”

Three more deaths before freedom. If I still believed in promises. If freedom meant anything other than a different cage. Blood flaked off my knuckles as I flexed my fingers. Not my blood. I'd honed the art of efficient violence over fourteen years. Quick kills. Clean kills. The kind that didn't slow me down.

slow, loving, reclaiming. And as sleep took them, tangled and sated, they both knew: the orgies fed the hunger, but this… this quiet, filthy, perfect marriage was the feast. THE END

The regret and pain of lose hit me hard over and over again. "Get her to safety," Dante told Marco. "Secure location. Maximum security. Vincent's not...he's not done. This was just..." "Just the opening move," I finished. Understanding. "He wanted to hurt us. To break us. To make us..." "To make us destroy each other." Dante looked at me. "That's his endgame. Not killing us directly. Making us kill each other. Making us.." He stopped. "Making us choose between the people we love until there's nothing left."

Viola muttered with a dark laugh. “I just have to carefully plan how to end your happiness. If I get my hands on you, I’ll kill your kids in front of you, one at a time, slicing their throats and chopping off their bodies into tiny pieces. I’ll forever cherish the look of despair and the sadness in your eyes. I’ll make you powerless and kill you. Having Wilder wouldn’t save you. I would hurt you and that would be the same as taking away Wilder” Viola was ecstatic as she pictured everything in her head.