Vicious Woman Novels & Stories

Serene’s voice echoed in my mind The unmistakable sound of skin hitting skin echoed across the room, a wet, rhythmic thud that made my own stomach churn. I turned to see a group huddled over a figure collapsed on the floor. A woman towered over the victim, her face contorted with a mask of pure arrogance. “You lowly vermin bitch! You did this!” she screamed, reaching down to drag the woman up by her long, brown hair. “You were looking for every opportunity to climb to the top, weren't you? So you crawled your way into his bed.”

The fight between these two individuals was so heinously vicious that it was hard to tell who was the aggressor and who was the victim. The spark from the weapons colliding created tremors of hostile intents in the alley. Surprisingly, neither side seemed willing to back down. They were both attempting to tear each other apart with great tenacity. The woman appeared to have been possessed by some type of fiend from the depths of hell while the silent assassin was striving to make efficient cuts to disrupt all attacks.

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

They both think women in our family are just bargaining chips to be moved across a chessboard. I closed my eyes for three long seconds, taking a deep, steadying breath that expanded the tight ivory silk over my ribs. When I opened them, all the chaotic grief, the lingering fear, and the terrifying, traitorous heat Julian had sparked in me during the fitting were gone. Only the math remained. "I am not a victim," I whispered to the empty air, my voice barely a thread of sound against the quiet hum of the room’s ventilation. "And I am not your prize."

Finally, Jane ignored his icy gaze, sighed, and sarcastically uttered, “You got nothing. That's not shocking." “Stop being foolish, Altas. There are more capable women than her out in the world that wouldn't damage you as this girl would. Why would you even still be in love with her after what she did!" Victor lashed out. "What she did?! What do you mean by what she did?!" "Have you forgotten that she murder Ross in cold blood? She's a murderer! That's what she is! And you need a proper lady as Mrs. Sharpe just like your father did with your mother, and not some wild, brutal assassin from God knows where!"

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

“Do you really think I’m calling the police just to extort money?” David looked away. “Nina, behave. Stop doing things that hurt this family.” While my hands were tied, Lana rushed up and slapped me hard across the face. She made a face at me and mocked, “Weren’t you so tough? Come on, hit me if you can! Come on!” I gritted my teeth, trembling so hard I could barely stand. But with my hands bound tightly, I couldn’t even fight back. “You’re rotten,” I said through clenched teeth. “You were born rotten.”

I snapped, squaring up. “What’s a diseased cock-sleeve like you doing in the secure wing?” she spat, eyes wild with that special brand of hate only a woman who’s been friend-zoned after sucking dick for favors can muster. “Looking for the back door so you can spread for someone else? Or planning your escape, puttana?” Oh. She wanted to play. Poor, delusional bitch. I let out a slow, vicious laugh that made her flinch cause well, she messed with the wrong woman with sharp tongue and zero patience for insecure bitches today.

My fingers clench tighter around her wrist, this time with full warrior intent. "Ow hey! Stop it!" the woman shouts, her fake confidence finally cracking down the middle. She flashes her teeth at my face, her words laced with pure venom as she blurts out, "You pitiful little kitchen boy, your life is completely doomed! Do your ears even have a single clue who is sitting right out there at that table? He lives in a whole different world than your track jacket. Cross his path, and your wolf is toast! I am his chosen woman for the night. Come at my body, and his fangs will make you regret ever showing your face in Valoria Ridge! Let go of me, you psycho boy!"

Her chest heaved with each ragged breath as she fought to regain her composure. The thought of Zavian intimate with another woman, some faceless whore he was brazenly parading around right under her nose...it was unacceptable. Unforgivable! Her crimson-painted nails dug bloody crescents into her palms. “I’m going to find out who this woman is if it’s the last thing I do. And when I do...” A cruel smile curved her lips as vivid fantasies of vengeance played out in her mind. She would make the harlot suffer a fate worse than death for daring to touch what belonged solely to Her. As for Zavian...