Vicious Book 3 Novels & Stories

“Fine then. I will help you on one condition. That while you are taking your revenge by taking everything from them, you will help me torment them. You take their wealth, while I press on the wound. You will use your power, money, and connections to bring untold suffering in all three of them.” “Damn. You are vicious. I like it. We have a deal “ He says as he gets to his feet and extends his hand for a handshake. As I take it, I can't help but take note of his features. He is handsome. Tall, shoulder-length black hair, blue eyes, and with a small scar on his jaw. “You should know, I just came out of a bad breakup, “ I tell him as he heads to the door. “Oh, I know. George. Cheated on you with

No chance to win or retaliate without getting burned. Victor... you're truly vile and heartless to your core... Gloria whispered bitterly in her heart. Suddenly, a torrent of painful memories crashed over her like a tidal wave—all the endless mockery, cruel insults, sneering disdain, and relentless emotional abuse that Victor had inflicted upon her over the years. She could almost see traces of her husband's cold cruelty mirrored right there in Lukas's furious eyes, blurring the line between the two brothers in her frightened mind.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

“She asked for space and he gave her this mansion. She wanted us to come live with her, but Father refused. He wanted to raise the perfect heir, and he feared Mother would only make us soft. So we lived with him while occasionally visiting her, until we heard she was dead.” His hand clenched around the cup, so hard I heard it crack. I didn't ask, I just gave him time. Finally, he continued, “It was a flower. Oleander, they called it. It was poisonous, but just one inhale can't kill you. She burned it. She gathered the flowers, locked herself in the greenhouse, and she burned it. That was when it became even more dangerous; when burned. Before they found her it was too late.” The glass finall

I saw his walls breaking, cracking, giving way to the flood of old love, old wounds, and the desperate illusion of closure. She was manipulating him, and he was too wounded to see it. My fingers curled into fists. I bared my teeth. Theresa turned slightly then looked over her shoulder—at me. A slow smirk spread on her face, confirming my suspicion. But Vince didn’t see it. He was still trapped in the past, still mourning the woman who’d left him, still unable to see that the ghost in his arms wasn’t salvation. She was dangerous. And she had come back for a reason.

As Caitlin flew over the Bronx, she was horrified to see the extent of the devastation occurring on the streets beneath her. On block after block, there was bloodshed, vampires gorging on humans, openly in the night. There were also humans attacking humans, trying to flee in the chaos. It was anarchy. And she couldn’t help but feel responsible. If she’d had just held onto the Sword, if she hadn’t let it slip away, perhaps none of this would’ve happened.

“Oh, don't worry. I will not be taking everything away from you at the moment. No, I will let you suffer in agony trying everything you can to take it away from me, while failing at every turn. Then right when you think you have succeeded, I will swoop in and leave in despair and agony. Just as I have been living all these years. Your entire family will pay for your sins.” “I will also find out find happened five years ago. Should I find out that you or any member of this family had anything to do with this matter all those years back, I will make sure that you wish you were dead.” The bloodlust emanating from Zach was enough to send shivers down Grandma Kent's spine. She was so scared that

“This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my hardest to not end up like either of the unconscious people around me. My back hits against the cave wall , I am trapped. The wave reaches me , immediately I am engulfed in the most peaceful and warmest feeling ever – like cuddling up with your parents on a cold nig

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

“You bastard! How dare you say that about my mom! We both know she’s innocent.” “Then how was she found with Father and Alfred’s bodies?” Lucas sneered. “She killed my father!” he yelled. “Oh, please! Don’t pretend you ever loved him. You’re just a selfish moron using this to your advantage!” Lucas smirked, leaning in close to her. “You bet I’ll use this to my advantage. I’ll take everything I was denied, and your mother will rot in prison for the rest of her life,” he whispered menacingly. “Bastard!” Violet spat at him. Lucas smiled, then walked away with Josephine, who remained silent, hoping Violet wouldn’t bring up the baby.