Vicious Novels & Stories

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

You are a slow killer, opening the Gate to others, before sending Your victim to the grave. Your face is too ugly to behold, And your canines, Devastation With a capital D Your hands are covered with Thick soot ready to paint people black And your embrace is like that Of a boa constrictor, excruciating In effect. You have proved a menace to the world And carelessly have broken Millions of hearts. You are as quiet as the graveyard But your stings are worse than The scorpions

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

she confessed, her eyes glassy. Tiodor rolled his eyes. Seeing her in a depressive state was unbearable. He wanted to leave, but instead, he closed the distance between them and, with his large hand, cupped her cheek. Libia’s eyes widened at the touch. “You’re such an idiot.” “I know,” she said, pursing her lips. “Stop acting like a victim. That’s something stupid. You’re not the first or the last girl to have a messed-up childhood.” “I know!” she replied, frowning, offended.

vengeance. Why was he here again when she'd settled everything with him? He had already made her suffer, snatched her jobs, her peace. What else does he want now? "We meet again," Kevin rasped as he stretched his left hand—his eyes never leaving hers—and grabbed the glass filled with wine from the fully stocked bar next to the window. He was seated on the comfy sofa, hands resting on its arms while his face held a serious expression. His usual flirty charm was substituted by a strange aura, something destructive yet alluring. He watched her, as a dominant watches its submissive before ruining them. His gaze reflected hatred and alarming anger.

Grandma Grace slowly stood up out of her chair to glare at Zach. Zach resumed his same old cold and aloof manner. He could not show weakness. “Five years ago, she was hit by a black van. I have spent the last five years trying to find out who did it. And all the evidence points to this family. And since you are the head of the family, all the blame lies on your head. And in any case you know why you have the most cause to murder her. After all, you stole her inheritance.” That bombshell got the old lady to sit down in shock and stare at Zach.

Julian soothingly whispered my name, "he's not like Huxley." "You don't know that. Do you even know what the low-life, egotistical, narcissistic leech did when he was alive? Do you know how many lives he had ruined?" "I'm not like him," Victor interjected. He opened his mouth and I audibly swallowed at the sight of his tongue — or the lack thereof. All that remained was a sliver of jagged flesh that was barely of any use, "he did that to me," Victor closed his mouth and I watched his body grow stiff as he relived the memory, "and I'm almost certain the son of a bitch killed my parents a long time ago when I escaped his messed up pack of deranged rogues. I know how fucked up Huxley was. I'm n

The once loving and caring partner I knew has transformed into a terrifying figure, causing me immense pain and fear on a daily basis. Throughout this horrifying ordeal, Nichole repeatedly screams hurtful words, "You are worthless and don't deserve a mate!" Her words cut deep, leaving emotional scars that are just as painful as the physical abuse. The constant barrage of insults and belittlement chips away at my self-esteem, leaving me feeling trapped and powerless.

Vulnerability— Only thing a person can't realize about themselves but at the same time, give away the most, especially to their enemies. When I saw the unsetting gaze of Athena searching for Sebastian everywhere, I knew right away what move that'd get me the best out of this opportunity. Of course, my deep-rooted hatred for Sebastian and the want for revenge can never make me let go of my guards even for a second, I knew where he was cause his own trusted fellow had sold his loyalty long ago. From watching my family get destroyed in the hands of that demon Elijah's hands to standing up on my own feet to seek my revenge, I have seen it all, the best and the worst but the burning flame of veng

The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty room to die completely. Taika stared at the plot and sighted _" Quite pityful and native." Staring at the small skinny figure covered in different untreated wounded which some were still bleeding, made her sight even more. Am going to have revenge on those people, who did this to you, I promise -Bang! Taika was yet to finished her sentence when the kicked door landed on the floor, waking the thousand years old sleeping dusk, which spread their descents around the room like thick explosive . " Cough! cough! WTH!"