Vicious Novels & Stories

he says and again lean forward. He moves my face to him and starts to lean forward. I close my eyes with disgust. I can’t let him violet me. I can’t again disappoint my mate. I can’t disappoint my pup. What will he think of me? Her mother is letting another man use her body when his father is waiting for them. I can’t do that. So I did what I feel I can do now. I bend my knee and kick him hard where the sun doesn’t shine. His face contours in pain and he falls on the floor.

Why am I getting sentimental now? I bit my lip and before I could shove the sobs down my throat, my body sank to the floor and all the wailing I've been failing was cut loose. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!" I screamed and screamed and kept on screaming the agony that drowned my chest and flooded my eyes. Victor wasn't the greatest. He was evil, selfish, and greedy. He tried to kill me, had hurt me, and even went so far as to order rogues to get to me. I can spell a hundred more reasons to hate him.

Fucking bastard! ****

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

She smiled and was now happy saying her revenge would be the best. She traced all those that did that horrible incident to her that day and killed them so painfully later that they begged for their life after three weeks of torture. She burnt most of them and smoke them up. She kept doing this and kept it as a habit. The nicely looking eyes changed to steeled and cold-looking eyes, she killed all her targets but it wasn't enough she did more and was also trying to end the world after experiencing the same thing again.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

In my mind, I was desperately cursing him, furious at how easily he could turn me into a begging mess with just a single touch. ‘You manipulative, arrogant bastard,’ I snarled in my head, even as my hands gripped his shoulders for support. ‘You sick, dominant devil. You absolute piece of garbage, knowing exactly what your touch does to me. You ruthless, insatiable monster, wrecking my mind until I can't even think straight. You toxic, controlling asshole, making me ache like a fucking addict for the very thing that ruins me.’ God, I couldn't stop cursing Vincent in my head. It's just crazy how this old man knows all my buttons and uses them against me in the most unhinged, devastating ways.

VICTOR There are exactly two things I fucking hate: turning into a beast every night and arguing with my father. And honestly, I’d take turning into a beast over arguing with my father any time. Because that man loves to be right, and he will not stop the argument until he’s right.

But he didn't like being hit and let muscle memory take over and within two seconds he was holding the hysterical woman with her hands twisted behind her back with his left hand and his right hand holding her head facing away from him so that she couldn't bite his hand off, she looked like a biter from the way she was baring her teeth; he swore he felt the muscles in his forearm spasm for a second after he saw the sharp white teeth. They say all good things come in threes, in Yoshiki's case, it was all bad things come in threes, while the immobilized her hand he forgot all about her legs, and that is why he ended in the miserable position on the floor, the little bitch kicked her leg back an

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”