Vicious Novels & Stories

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

I said. We kissed again, and pulled apart, when I caught Vincenzo watching us. I felt bad for him. He desperately need his fiore, but she was somewhere hidden well. And he was going to become crazy- no scratch that. He became crazy, a psychopath and a very skilled killer. "Bring in the next guy." Vincenzo said coldly. Ever since the arrival of the box containing Violet's hair, and Vincenzo snapped his phone in half, he was never angry. He became cold, and deadly. He tortured the men that he brought, that belong to the Bratva, and killed them skillfully.

His muscles grew tense and Martha heard his knuckles cracking. "I'm innocent….I don't know what you are talking about!"Martha made a low yell retreating from him as she wailed even more. Victor shook his head denying her lies, his body temperature rose, and he could feel his blood boiling. A vein from his neck popped out which scared Martha even more "You can't accuse me of something so vile Victor...after all these years how can you say that!"Martha lost it too as she yelled bitterly "How can I damn believe you when you are a damn snake!"Victor yelled, cutting her off with a sharp glare. His voice was so loud, so murderous that his hand balled into a fist doing everything he could to keep h

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

My heart shattered as my eyes caught sight of the broken vase on the floor of the room, with the ashes sprayed all over the floor like it was mere ashes from burning wood. My men had stayed out of the room out of respect, until I had seen the mess and given a command. I would have put a bullet through the first person who even dared to cross the door. And only heaven knows what I will do to the unfortunate soul who did this to my sister. I stared at the sight with bloodshot eyes, and I could feel the blood pumping furiously to my mouth - I could taste the acrid liquid. ‘TROVA CHI L’HA FATTO E PORTATELI SUBITO DA ME!’ I spat out and fell on my knees beside the shattered vase immediately they

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, slow enough to make the air thrum around them. Another low growl rumbled from deep in his chest that spreaded a cold and electric kind of feeling through Freya, leading to intense want. The sudden pool of wetness she was feeling under her was all she needed to confirm tha she wanted to be intimate with the Vicious Alpha. It scared her. Was he using magic? If so, why on her? She was fucked. She suddenly missed it as his hand pulled away from her face, boots scraping faintly as he backed toward the door.

Panic rose in her throat, her overwhelming urge to scream stifled by the fear that radiated through her. After dispensing her into the van, the man had lunged toward Jon, who’d managed to grab his arm, holding him in place as his fist collided furiously with his face. Jon grabbed the back of his head, slamming it forcefully into the corner of the van’s door. The sickening crunch of his nose breaking made Zoe’s stomach churn, bile rising in her throat as the man drooped forward, his head hitting the floor of the van before he tumbled sluggishly onto the gravel.

Vivian's annoying giggle echoed through the room, and I felt a sting from Victoria's venomous words. The sting I felt wasn't from Victoria's insult - I knew the truth about myself - but from the painful realization that the only family I had derived so much joy in seeing me hurt. Vivian's giggles and Victoria's venomous words hung in the air, a harsh reminder of the toxic dynamics that had become all too familiar.

She gave me her sweetest smile before turning her attention to Vincent. “So you're the poor man given to this beast.” Vincent smiled awkwardly. “I guess so. The name's Vincent.” Vivienne extended her hand. “Vivienne. Business partner of Luciano and, unfortunately for him, his friend.” Vincent took her hand, his brows lifting. “Friend?” “Nice soirée you're hosting this time. Better than the last,” I said, poking at her. “Don't even dare.” She grabbed a drink from one of the passing waiters and downed it. “I don't want to remember that event.”