Turned Evil Novels & Stories

“No, you’re not. You’re not sorry for taking her away from me and my dad. You’re just sorry that you got caught.” “So fine, you’re right,” He scoffed. “I’m not sorry. But your mom got what was coming to her. Don’t act like you all are saints. You, people, wiped out an entire pack!” He argued back. “You had people killed and locked people in a dungeon under a mansion that you all lived in.” “Okay, so yeah, we’re evil. And you guys are the good guys. But tell me, do the good guys go out killing people with terminal illnesses?” Her voice broke.

Acting crazy wasn't part of the plan but she really seemed good at it, fooling such an evil person like him wouldn't come easy. The minute that Alpha Trent died, the innocent, loving and naive Eva died with him. This was a different Eva who would go to any length to destroy those that ever ruined her life and made her lose her mate. This Eva was void of any emotion or feeling of pity or mercy, she no longer had a heart that beats for good rather it's every beat was for vengeance and evil. The death of the elders was simply the beginning of her destructive strategy. Dragging them to their downfall was her greatest plan and she was fulfilling it little by little. Dylan would wish he never exis

Lilith continued, the chains around her snapping one by one. “Whether her mate rejected her or not, she was bound to lose everything in the end—her friends, her love, her home. Now she’ll forever wander the new world I will bring alone until she’s consumed by my infinite darkness…” she concluded. “The power I used to bind you here might not be enough anymore, but I assure you, you will lose. The power of good will always triumph over evil." Eva’s voice sounded softly. Lilith laughed as the last chain broke. “Until good has enough power to triumph over evil, sit back and watch as I turn the world you love so much into a living nightmare for your creations,” she said, floating away slowly.

“She never ca-cared about the s-screams.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. “I am so sorry.” “S-she is evil i-incarnate.” “She is.” A movement at the corner made my eyes open. The duke was folding his arms, still leaning against the door. He watched us with a peculiar mix of curiosity and wariness. “She is devil per-personified,” Revandrel muttered, nose brushing my neck. My nails dug into my own sides. “You are not wrong.” “People-eating, s-soul-sucking being without a soul.”

He approached Grace's body. Raised the syringe. Prepared to kill my daughter's empty shell because it wasn't useful anymore. "No," I said. Power exploded from me. Not controlled. Not precise. Not surgical. Pure destruction. The facility began to collapse. And I stopped being Eva Morrison trying to save people. Started being Eva Morrison burning everything down.

“What if I want us to be together again, Eve? Try one more time and see the man that I have become?” I raised a brow, meeting his gaze again. “And what makes the present you and the before you different?” “Nobody calls me 'devil' anymore,” he replied, completely unshaken. My brows lifted. “What?” He gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “Everyone used to say that I was devilish because of my attitude—cold, ruthless, always ready to tear through anything that got in my way. But I can promise you, nobody calls me that anymore. They see that I’ve changed… for the best.”

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.

I stood there for a moment with my cheek on fire and the world slightly tilted. Nobody moved to stop him. Alaric Virelli watched from a few feet away with that same blank expression, as though this were simply a step in a process he had already anticipated. "You don't get to choose your life," Dorian said. His voice had gone very calm, the way it always did when he had already made up his mind about something. "Not here. Not anywhere. You have no money, no future, no family. You have nothing, Evelina. At least this way, you're useful."

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.