Varian Tangled Evil Novels & Stories

Her apartment feels suddenly smaller, the walls closing in as Serena finishes relaying what she uncovered. "She's the Viper," Serena says, breathless with the urgency of her discovery. Her face fills the video call screen, illuminated by the blue light of her monitors. "Everything connects—every single thread we've been pulling leads back to her. The hacks, the staged assets, even the photos that framed you. It all leads back to Evangeline."

Domenico I was a little bit uncomfortable when the two prince introduced their selves to me. "I'm Edward Stefan Domenico .. The second prince of Vlademort. It's very pleasure to meet you Rosalind." He took my hand and kissed it. His hand was so cold that even his lips kissed my hand. "My name is Henry Casper Domenico .. The third prince." It sparingly introduced itself and also kissed my hand. "It's nice to meet you too .. Princes of Vlademort." I bow to them.

Snap out of it! I’d watched several videos of this place on social media, but being here in person was magical. “Varenna is full of wonders. Who would’ve thought I would be piggybacked by Carmelo Conti?” His grip on my thigh tightened without saying a word back. His hands were on top of my blue jeans, but I still shuddered at the rush it sent down my body.

she gasped, clutching her plate to her chest, her heart doing a violent somersault. She spun around. Silas stood there, completely unfazed by the chaos he had just caused. He was dressed in a pair of low-slung black sweatpants and nothing else. His torso was a canvas of hard, sculpted muscle and intricate, dark ink. His arms were loosely crossed over his chest, drawing her eyes to the massive, coiled snake tattooed down his left forearm. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, his dark eyes dancing with a dangerous, unapologetic amusement. “Silas,” Hazel breathed, her voice shaking with a mixture of residual panic and sudden, inexplicable anger. “Don't do that.”

His touch was gentle, protective, and warm, the kind of touch that reminded me, even after everything we’d been through, that love could be calm and safe too. Leo and Liam died, Marianna and Mr Hargreaves was arrested, Marianna committed suicide after two months of imprisonment. The James company faced backlash for being a fraudster. While Adrian slowly rebuilt his own company. “Nicole! You’re staring at that belly like it’s about to sprout wings and fly away!” Zara laughed from across the table, her bright energy filling the room. She waved a forkful of salad around, pretending to point at me like a teacher scolding a student.

“E-ethan…please, have mercy on me-” I grabbed him by his neck, throttling him. Dr. Mend’s face turned purple from the lack of oxygen. I slowly lifted him up from the ground while he’s kicking off his feet to wriggled away from my deadly grip. I doubt this old man can escape. Looking around, there’s at least hundreds of dead bodies everywhere, and the devil did this. The devil itself. “You treated me like a waste material. Why would I have mercy on you after taking an experiment on me?” I cocked my head to my right, pouting innocently. I placed my foot on the edge of the divider, stretching my muscles.

she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. The others focused on Claudine, their concern and panic palpable, as Denzel's grip on Ariella tightened. As they held Claudine's limp form, a sudden, unsettling tremor ran through her body. Her limbs began to contort, her muscles shifting beneath her skin. Kris, Ezrianna, and Ronald exchanged terrified glances, their grips faltering. Claudine's eyes flashed open, her pupils elongating into vertical slits. Her skin itched and rippled, fur bursting forth in a thick, gray coat. The others recoiled, horror-stricken, as Claudine's transformation accelerated.

I asked in a bored, monotonous tone. His eyes bulged, locking onto mine with a mix of terror and sudden, blinding rage. Why is he telegraphing every emotion on his face like an open book? It was honestly pathetic. Completely boring. I didn't wait for an answer. I slit his throat with a quick, clinical flick of my wrist and stood up, stepping over the twitching body. A trusted associate walked out from the private elevator just in time to step over the mess. “Get someone to clean this trash out of my living room,” I muttered, glancing back at him.

she giggled. I can't believe he showed her those pictures. How could he do that to me? “I have no idea who that man was.” "But the pictures showed otherwise. You were clearly enjoying whatever was going on.” I could not even defend myself because I was not sure what had happened that day. I was not sure if he had his way with me or not. I cannot explain those images, no matter how hard I try. Elena looked at me from head to toe in disgust. “You piece of trash, where is that bastard growing in your tummy? The same one you intended to pin on Andrew."

The sight that met my eyes, however, left me momentarily frozen. Lev was in the midst of an intimate encounter. His lips were locked with a fiery redhead, her dress hanging low on her shoulder, revealing an enticing glimpse of her chest. The atmosphere in the room crackled with an unexpected tension, and I couldn't help but vocalize my shock, "What the fuck?" Their attention snapped towards me, and Lev, with a curse, swiftly pulled away from the woman, creating a physical barrier between them. I couldn't ignore the embarrassed flush on his face as he stammered, "What are you doing here, Kill?"