Vicious Woman Novels & Stories

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,

"We'll disappear once we get the money. He'll never find us." Then, she kicked me in the stomach. Pain exploded through me. I curled over with a sharp gasp as cold sweat poured down my face. A little later, Dylan returned with a grim expression on his face. When he looked at Vanessa, his eyes showed obvious irritation. He snapped, "Are you done? She's my wife. What kind of coward beats a defenseless woman?" Vanessa stared at him in disbelief. Dylan completely ignored her. He crouched before me and started fumbling with the ropes, his hands trembling.

He was everything to her, she wanted to spent the days of her life with him. We don't know why but God made women different, they bear everything and still have the patience to take the start again. Think positive, move on and start their life again. Why their heart and mind is so elastic in nature? Despite experiencing cruel things, they forget all in a blink and give the same person chance again. She felt so comfortable on his chest, she didn't wanted the moment to end. But her body was reacting the opposite, her every cell was excited at the sudden contact and could feel the goosebumps all over.

She cried out, pleading with the woman to stop, but her words fell on deaf ears. The woman's face was twisted with a cruel smile, her eyes glinting with a malevolent light. Valerie's mind was racing with fear and uncertainty, but she refused to give up. She struggled and kicked, trying to break free, but the woman's grip was like a vice. "You're not a cop, are you?" Valerie accused, her voice shaking with anger. "Who are you, and why did you lie to me?" The woman's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're right," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I'm not a cop. My name is Viviana, and I'm Victor's sister."

the vexing woman gestured towards her body. “Sorry, meaty cheeks, but my whole being belongs to one girl only,” he pinched her cheek. “Ah, I have been touched by Tyrone! His touch will be forever etched on my skin,” those were her last words before falling on the solid concrete. He flicked the ends of his hair at them, and the ladies squealed disharmoniously like shrieking banshees. The vexing woman, or what’s left of her, had bliss marking her bones. I never knew women could be this vicious.

She had to see them shattered beyond repair. With all the power and renewed strength that she got, she was more than confident that she could devastate their lives. She remembered all the evil things they had done to her while she was stabbing the portrait. With each stab, she reminded herself of how they treated her like she was a worthless garbage. Now that she's back, she will inflict the same pain on them. She will squish them to smithereens while they beg for her mercy. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.

Having enough of her sister, she abruptly came to a halt; making the latter come to a stop as well. “Can you quit this already?” Phidel gushes, irritated by Phidelia’s persistent talk on not fighting violence with violence. “Do you even know what you are saying?” she went on, her full gaze now on her sister– if people were passing at that moment, they might think was going nuts but she didn't give a sh*t. She had had it to the neck and wouldn't oblige by anyone telling her what to do especially not when she knew what Tina was up to. “...this was exactly how you were and now look at you? Do you think I’m happy seeing you like this?" anger seared through her as a shred of tear escaped her eye.

The woman's cries echoed off the paneled walls, desperate and uninhibited. "Argh! Fucking hell, tighten that pussy, you loose bitch! Take it all!" Victor's grunts were primal, punctuated by the wet, rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh. There, bent over the massive mahogany desk strewn with confidential contracts and crystal decanters, was Victor Anderson himself—the handsome CEO and undisputed heir of the Anderson family—ferociously fucking a stunning woman in her mid-twenties. She was a vision of engineered perfection: slender yet curvaceous, with porcelain skin flushed pink from exertion, full round breasts heaving with each thrust, and a pert, heart-shaped ass that jiggled enticingly. H

"I'm a greedy woman with determination that surpasses that of a wounded woman. You hurt me with words, and I'll retaliate. I'm an avenger of my hurt feelings, a half-killed snake with venom more deadly than a whole one," Seated on the edge of the bed, she softly bit her lower lip, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Peace is nowhere to be found around you and Rosie until you learn to never underestimate the power of a woman who's willing to stop at nothing to get what she wants. I'll go to any lengths to claim what's mine," As she lay back on the bed, a cold smile spread across her face. "This is just the beginning. As long as you continue to cause me pain, I won't stop tormenting her. I'

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.