Vicious L. J. Shen Novels & Stories

“and this is my vicious brother” This can't be！ His subconscious mind screamed, no！ this should be a dream. This can't be Sharon, but she called him vicious, the same name she use to tease him with. He was tense. Sharon ！” He called her. “how did you know my real name ？” she asked with a frown. Juliet scoffed. “you mean Agnes isn't your real name ？” Juliet asked in disbelieve. She nodded “listen Juliet, it's a long story”.

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.

Elena remained curled against Jenna’s side with her breathing still even in sleep. Dean watched the video again, this time with the sound muted. His face stayed unreadable in the dimness. When it finished, he placed the phone back on the nightstand and looked at Jenna. “We have until sunrise. That gives us roughly four hours.” Jenna nodded once. Her voice came out quiet but steady. “We cannot give her what she wants.” Dean leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “We will not.” Alex slid closer and wrapped an arm around Jenna from behind. His chest felt warm against her back. “Lila is different from Victor. She enjoys the cruelty more than the control. That makes her both dangero

Julian growled, stepping out from the shadows of the shaft as he wiped the dust from his heavy tungsten blade. ​Moving with a fluid, predatory velocity, his large, calloused hand slid firmly back over the nape of Vivian's neck, his thick fingers tangling in her hair to tilt her face upward into his fierce, unyielding gaze. His gray eyes burned with a dark, manic possessiveness that completely dominated the claustrophobic iron corridor, his chest pressing tight against hers as his body heat enveloped her once more. "I don’t care what kind of feral scum is hiding in these pipes, Vance. You hold the map. I’ll hold the steel. The first thing that blinks in the dark is getting its throat ripped o

she said and I angrily punch her stomach making her to wince. "Argh!" she shrieked as I punch her stomach again and this time she cough out blood and smile weakly. Her eyes flashed red and she headbutted me backwards. "Just like I thought brother. You're still weak and..." She was about to say when I angrily punch her chest. The impact sent her bursting out of the church. I dashed outside and there she was leaning on a grave stone with hands on her stomach. her lips stain with blood. Apart from Victor, Lenny is the vicious one, the odd one and the cunning one too. She's the example of a green snake under the green grass or should I say the black snake hiding in the dark.

With the water as hot as he could tolerate it, Shen stood so that the pulsing shower could massage away the tension in the overused muscles of his thighs. I paced the room while I waited for Shen to finish showering. My friend gave the impression that he was up to the task of returning to the den on a rescue mission, but I wondered if that was really the case. I knew his body had an abnormal resiliency to abuse. I’d seen its ability for rapid recovery over and over again during my years of training with him; not to mention the recent vampire encounters. It wasn’t his physical body that concerned me. It was his mental and emotional state. Being bitten by a vampire and then swept away th

, Leo explained with limited patience. "Shanice was shopping for Vinca. If she is in some kind of trouble, just go take care of it," Frost said, going back to his file. Leo gave his boss an exasperated look and turned on his heels. His boss wouldn't give a hoot even if one of his subordinates got shot in front of him. He hurriedly got to his car and flew to the Mall before more damage befell Shanice. Shanice got up from the ground while holding her cheek. Her head was already throbbing, and a headache coming up. The man had a sleazy look on his face. The defiant eyes of the lady he just slapped was a turn-on for him.

I finished, explaining the situation as superficially as I could, avoiding going into detail about the various punishments I'd been subject to, most of which I had nightmares about till date. He looked ready to murder as it was, I didn't want to trigger him more than what was strictly necessary. "That is extremely ridiculous. That man doesn't deserve to be an Alpha. Hell, he doesn't deserve to live. I will fucking end him," Alpha Evan seethed, his teeth clenched, his body shaking with barely concealed rage.

William watched the female lycan slide to the ground and smiled. He turned his cold gaze back to his task at hand. His prey was so close to him now. He laughed lightly and sprang upwards, crashing through the closed window. A sharp pain in his chest surprised him when he entered the room. His eyes fixed on Sharon and another woman standing close to the door before he looked down at the small hand sticking inside his chest. His head turned lazily to the right and met the eyes of a little brunette who was currently hissing at him like a little kitten. His lips curled into a small smile as he reached out and snapped her wrist cleanly in half.

Her gaze was blank. Lennox squeezed a little, he could feel the tremor of her pulse beneath his palm. "Don't poke the beast you can't handle. You're too f*cking fragile, Violet. If I let my beast feast on you, you'll be dead in no time," He threatened. Lennox was everything that was termed as dark and ominous. Ruthless even. She stayed mum, refusing to entertain his new obsession with inflicting violence of acid-dipped words on her.