V E Schwab Vicious Series Novels & Stories

It looks like a toy in his large, powerful hand - a pathetic, flimsy thing that has nonetheless managed to stab him in the back. He sits on the edge of the coffee table, directly in front of Rhea, forcing her to look at him. He scrolls through the messages, his thumb moving with a slow, agonizing rhythm through the messages—the "I love yous," the "I miss yous," the "Stay safe, babe.", the “Are you still working” With every word he reads, the vein in his temple pulses with a fresh wave of violence. Each swipe is a lash against Rhea’s spirit.

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.

He whispered in her ear and she was disgusted to her core. She struggled to get away but he was too strong. Until she doubted if he was a real human or really an animal. Then suddenly after 5 minutes of abuse he pushed her to ground so hard that her head hit the bedside table and she lost her consciousness. Without noticing her for a second he moved away to the door until he stopped in his tracks. He looked back to see. She was not moving. She was still like she was dead. His mind blew and he almost ran. As he reached her, he turned her over on her back as she was laid on the ground lifeless on her front. There was so much blood on the floor that it even flowed beneath the bed. Her head was

“Do you have something else for me to believe in?” ​“Woo Jin is not that smart to do that,” she countered, stepping further into the room. “Don’t you think someone else was involved?” ​“We both know who else could be involved.” Adrian stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward her. “Woo Jin, Dubois, and Dawson are the three major people after my life. Who do you think could be involved again, Carolina?” He stopped directly in front of her, his presence looming.

Two minutes later, Zach walked into the most luxurious room in the club with blood all over his hand but none on his suit or his crisp white shirt. Big Al was reduced to a stammer as he stared at the man making himself comfortable across the table from him. “Who... How...Who...” He could not formulate the right question to ask this strangely calm man. “Are you here to kill me?” He finally asked once he had gotten control over his tongue. “No,” Zach answered calmly, “As I said, am here to talk.” He poured himself a glass of wine after wiping the blood off his hand using the paper towels on the table. “I am simply here to claim on my investment.”

Read atleast first 12 chapters of Ex-wife to know the main leads past. Author Pov *5 Years Later* "What the hell is this." Slamming the file on the face of the man that was stood in front of the heartless beast he growled loudly. The man trembled as he couldn't get himself to speak. He had heard a lot about this Man and his heartless ways but today he was finally witnessing it. Being a simple employee he always dreamt to meet the boss and in doing so he with wrong ways took an important project.

get up, out of the chair. "Never," Lothaire snarled as he lunged forward, his claws intended for his wife's throat. Leanor raised her blade and flung it down, severing her spouse's hand with the kind of lightning-fast speed that only a vampire could perceive. After falling to the ground, Lothaire rolled about in anguish as he held his severed limb to his chest while writhing in pain. The attempted attack on his mother was enough to drive Aric over the edge. Snatching the blade from his mom's hand, he raced forward placing the point on his father’s chest.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

Twice. He fell to his knees, struggling for air. I started to kick him aside like his Alpha when I heard the clang of metal on bone. Turning, I saw Cyrus' eyes roll to the back of his head as he fell to the side while Carter stood over him with a triumphant glare. I covered the distance quickly, punching Carter in the shoulder, dislocating it. The second punch was to his face. He growled in pain and dropped the crowbar in his hand. I picked it up and hit him in the stomach like I was swinging for a home run. He, too, hit the ground. Noticing that their ringleaders were pretty incapacitated, the three lions decided to book it. The random jaguar, who I think was named Miles, realized he was no

“Of course. Well, I am sorry to disappoint you but I can't offer you that story. It doesn't happen to people like me.” “Hmm, never say never… What is your name again?” she asks with an embarrassed smile. “Joan. Joan Vale.” “Vale… Vale? As in Vale Enterprises? Your father is Logan Vale?! Vivian Vale? The sweetheart of the city and your sister… Your sister is Mira? The sweetheart?!” she asks, her voice growing increasingly louder with each question. “Yep. It's that family.” “Damn. Rich people are crazy pretenders.” “Tell me about it.”