Novel & Cerita Vicious

Even large scratch marks as if a wild cat had clawed on him mercilessly "Damn it, damn it" he cursed as he slammed the phone back on the desk hard and punched his folded hand hard on the desk angrily. He was so foolish not to see those and now how many people saw them. His employees, the shareholders. "Ahh!"Victor was frustrated, he felt like a teenager. For the first time, he didn't like the feeling he got all because of one person. He was troubled greatly.

"I thought you were a daisy, but damn you have poisoned me," "Everything has an expiration date," "It's just stale," "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? [HEARTBREAK] "Wait- what did you just say?" "That's betrayal. I never forget betrayal," "You're good at being a hypocrite," [BETRAYAL] "You're killing me, you're hurting me, STOP!" "It's the least you deserve," "You deserve somebody way better," "We meet again," "I'm finally dead," "It's too late. I think she's gone"

She was used, abused and tortured by her captives until she lost her soul to darkness. Phoenix wasn't the type to feel remorseful after a deadly action. For the past three to four years, she had been a ruthless assassin with no soul. She was so ruthless that after completing a heinous assignment, she could sit down to a comfortable meal in a room filled with corpses. She felt no emotions, no pity, and no regrets. Her mind was viciously evil.

Thrust “I hurt my friends.” Thrust “I wreaked havoc.” Thrust “I wanted to burn everything down” Thrust “When you picked Guvaski over me” Thrust “Jesus Christ!! I wanted to commit murder.” Thrust “I wanted everyone to be hurt and feel my pain.” THRUST. The bed rams into the wall again. That will definitely leave a dent. I don’t care right now. I want all his anger, all his hate and bitterness. Everything. “And then you saunter back here”

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

A look filled with hatred and menace. "Vincenzo Zolvesky."

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

Apparently, he's displeased. "Such a pity." I tilt my head to one side and laugh. "I love disrespecting you. Why should I respect a bloodthirsty monster who has no heart and takes the lives of the innocent? Because it's fun? Novel? You get off on the adrenaline of violence and blood? You break families apart and have no shame. Fuck you, motherfucking Vito. You'll rot in hell and get stabbed in every place you go. You're not human; you're a fucking killing machine."

I meet his glare head-on, my smile widening. “You think you’ve won?” he spits, his voice trembling with suppressed fury. “You’re nothing but a broken wolf without a pack, clinging to a man who will drop you the moment you’re no longer useful.” “Better broken than bitter,” I retort, my words slicing through the air like a whip. “And unlike you, Victor, I don’t need to manipulate or destroy to feel powerful. I’ve already taken everything from you that matters.” The fury in Victor’s eyes burned brighter than ever, his words drenched in venom. “I was just trying to break your spirit that day when your father took his own life…”

“No offense to you-” “None taken.” “-but some people just have bad blood running in their veins, and for some reason, it skipped you, or did it?” “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion “Well, you are not a pushover, you have got steel in you, so why not turn it against them.” “You mean like a revenge play?” “Yes.” “Fantasy.” “No. It is very much possible-”