Vicious Novels & Stories

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

The harder you hit me, the more I will punish you for it. Victor yelled and the room reverberated with the sound of Victor'sfists smashing into Rose's body. His face twisted with an unnatural intensity, a madness that surged through him like a violent storm. He grunted and growled with each punch, releasing all the fury and hatred he had stored up for her. Every strike was a message: You’re nothing. You deserve this.

A silent Ember watched Penelope cursing her, as if she was looking at a madwoman. However, Penelope kept cursing. "You are a third wheel! If it weren't for you, Caleb would have married me long ago! It's all your fault! "I wonder what kind of trash gave birth to garbage like you. You are simply scum, and all your friends are scum too! How can trash like you be worthy of flaunting your power in front of me?" Overwhelmed by anger, Penelope resorted to verbal abuse. However, Ember was no pushover. It was okay for Penelope to criticize her, but she should never implicate her family and friends.

“You're a different kind of breed, aren't you, boy?” Lorraine’s breath hitched. “Misha…” “You're a natural born killer. There's a desire in you. An ever-growing thirst to see the pink mist. To see someone drawing their last breath. That's what you ever want. This revenge is just a big, ugly bullshit coming out of your mouth. I know what you are, Misha. No need to hide anymore.” Vincent’s words cut through me like a serrated blade, slow and jagged.

I turned my gaze towards Violet. Violet pursed her lips, her eyes flashing with scorn and hatred, and hissed. "Stupid! Both you and Titus are the deadliest fuckers in the world. Does killing a scum like you need a reason?" Before waiting for my reply, Violet grabbed my face violently; she indignantly clenched her jaw muscles. "If it weren't for you, my father wouldn't have died. Why would he risk his life to protect an unrelated person like you? Why do I have such a stupid father? I hate him, and I hate you; I hate the old fox Titus; I hate all of you idiots. I just hate that I can't tear you to pieces, skin you, chop you up, and feed the fish; I hate that I can't pull out your tendons and b

6 Nikola Fuck you, Luciano! God if you really cared about me then why couldn’t you kill him before he could storm into my office at the wrong time! I wasn’t just angry, I was craving blood, again. That motherfucker didn’t realise till yet I killed my vixen because of his strawberry, because her beauty fucked my mind till I couldn’t remain sane, and today, he was forcing me to have lunch with them. He was going to make a mistake that he will regret, I would end up fucking his pregnant wife today if I would go.

he says, grabbing my wrist firmly. I pull my arm back instantly, tearing my wrist right out of his tight grip. "Don't touch me," I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him. "Scarlett, please," he says, dropping his hands to his sides. "Your body is too weak to survive Vile," he continues, his voice trembling slightly. "You think I don't know what Vile is?" I ask him with a dry, humorless laugh. "It's werewolf poison," he says urgently. "Pure, refined toxin meant to break you."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Listen slut, insult my mate again and you'll wish you'd sat through that meeting. Secondly, I can tell, you open your legs for anyone who can give you a power trip. As you mentioned before, I have eyes. Why don't you go find a head warrior to fuck cause, I'm not interested. Compared to my mate, you're garbage, so stop making advances." She snarled before scoffing and turning sharply, "Faggots." Cyrus' growl reverberated through the room,

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.

Vincent shouted, his voice dripping with venom. He stepped back just enough to prepare another attack, his face marked by determination. "And unlike you, who murdered your own brother behind his back, I will end you right before your eyes, so that the last face you see is mine, as you sink into the darkness of your own disgrace!" Vincent continued trading blows with his uncle when, in a dirty move, the man stabbed him in the ribs. The blade pierced the flesh, and a groan of pain escaped Vincent’s lips. Even so, with fury burning in his eyes, he didn’t retreat. A flurry of precise and merciless attacks made his uncle stagger, his arrogance giving way to desolation. Within seconds, the man fel