Vicious Novels & Stories

Zoe continued, her voice a real definition of cruel, laced with malice. "You’re nothing but a mouse trapped in a maze. And I, my dear, am the cat." Zoe smirked. Her eyes darted from Jessica to Vicky, her lips entwining into an evil grin. "And you, my dear Vicky, are just collateral damage. It’s a shame, really. You must have been a kind and gentle soul."

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

I enter our into my house gate, I overheard some argument going so I rushed in to find out what it is, assuming is that witch again "am going to the military, am not ready to become a greed soul like you" my brother yelled at my dad "am not ready to spend a dine if you are not going to Harvard University," he said angrily "what have you even do for me since mum death, betraying your oath by marrying that b!tch only a month after mum burial or taking bribe from the suspect," "I will send you out of my house if you don't watch your mouth, you this ungrateful soul". he yelled

Too bad and too late, he already did. "Answer me! What is so bad about this child growing inside me hat you just can't take?" I asked him. There was no answer. I sighed. This zombie mode was the worst thing ever, it was hard to get anything through to him while he was being like that. I wanted to slap him across the face, but I didn't want to touch him because I knew he'd stop me from slapping him, which would mean he'd hold my hand in his, which would mean I'd lose control over myself and be just what he wants me to be; Liquid.

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

Stupid fools I have in my own company but a lion is always capable on his own, the rest are just beggars trying to not become the prey of the lion. -AMELIA- That is the cheapest I have seen someone fall low, how could he do that? But what he didn’t know was that seeing the video made me realize that Sean will come no matter what and that will keep me alive at least for a few days. The door creaked open making me look up and groaned. “Coo... coo… chicky go to your cage.” I sang in a voice that resembled a chicken. “I only have good intentions for you and still you groan at the sight of me.” Victor said coming forward and wiping my tears with his handkerchief.

Vincenzo & Velarius Smash! Valerius snapped, hurling a heavy crystal decanter across the study. It shattered violently against the brick fireplace, spilling dark liquid and glass everywhere as he began destroying anything his hands could grab. "This bitch has crossed every fucking limit," Vincenzo growled, his voice vibrating with a terrifying, demonic quiet. His obsidian eyes were completely devoid of light. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, his fingers tightening enough to crack the glass screen as he dialed his right hand man.

Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes. Damn, I could be seeing stars. I shake my head barely in time to see him swing a punch at me. Staggering to the side, the metallic tang of blood coats my teeth and tongue. Fuck. Just fuck. Another punch—this time my blurry vision is clearing, but his hit lands, the force plummeting me to the ground. My heart lurches to my throat, beating fast. Fuck. This is gonna be bloody. "I just want to talk," he speaks for the first time, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I never would've gone after Finnegan! I never would've... I never would've killed my own brother by mistake!" Their voices grew louder, raw with rage. Then came a crash, and Vincent's voice ripped through the air, "Your whole damn family deserves to die! Finnegan should've died! You three siblings should all rot in hell!" "Don't you dare say that!" Then came the sound of a man's scream. It would appear that Celeste had lost it and started hitting him. I listened to the sound of his ragged breathing, waited for the exact moment when he was on the cusp of death, and walked in.

His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and fear was evident in his wide eyes. They forced him onto his knees in the center of the room before stepping aside, while Diago took his place beside me. The VIP room fell into an eerie silence. The man looked up nervously. "Mr. King, I..." Before he could finish, I stood up and stubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray on the table in front of me. My polished shoes clicked against the marble floor as I slowly approached him. Then without warning I punched him hard. A painful cry escaped his lips as my fist collided with his face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.