Vicious Woman Novels & Stories

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.”

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

Once Allana made sure Augustine was well taken care of, she rushed to the woman from earlier and without fail swung her hand in the air and slapped her very loudly that she fell on the ground and her face reddened and swell. “AAHH! You Bitch!” her eyes glared at Allana as if she was about to attack Allana. However, Allana gave her no chance and slapped her on the other side of her cheek, her face now looked like a burnt dumpling and yet Allana gives no fuck. The woman deserves it. “You! Do you know who I am?” she seethed in anger, her nails were buried on her skin and Allana didn’t care about her. “Who are you? Ahh!” Allana exclaimed as if she remembered something, then her face went back to

And behind her — *behind* the woman who is supposed to be me, in the dark of the obsidian where the reflection has nothing else to reflect — another face is there. Smaller. Fainter. The way a face is in a window when the light inside the room is wrong. A woman. Silver-haired. Pale-scaled at the edges where she has scales at all. Beautiful in the way a coiled thing is beautiful. Older than anyone who should still have a face. She is looking at me through the obsidian the way an older sister looks at a younger one she has been waiting to meet for a very long time. She lifts a small, pale hand. She gives me a small fond wave. Her smile is the kind of smile a fond elder gives a child she has hel

Here, the woman is happy as a sangirl to this guy who has saved her. At this time, they go to the room where they make a pleasure. Here, Brown is out of mind to this woman. Thus, he would not allow her to be engaged with another guy. Without knowing, this woman has a lot of men who are still taking their hat off on her even if, her profession is prostitution.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think the woman who becomes a mistress and then tricks an honest man into marrying her is filthy and despicable. I think she deserves to be ruined and condemned!" He was acting weird today. But before I had the time to ponder further, we arrived at the banquet hall. As I lifted my dress to step onto the stage, a group of people who called themselves the Anti-Mistress Alliance stormed in. In the lead was a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes. She lunged at me and slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless thing, how dare you seduce my husband? I'm beating you to death!" She moved so quickly that I didn't have time to react. In an instant, my cheek

“Inform the majesty, they are here. “A voice is heard at the door. The sound crumped her heart, tore into pieces and threw it into the agony of no hope. The commotion of footsteps and voices gets louder and louder as they draw closer to the door. Christine was certain of Mark Slater’s presence. Ariana made faces due to the surging pain in her head though she tried to confine it she was okay and relaxed. Though she could control her senses and her body movements, her brain had not yet regained full in connecting events around her due trauma of bludgeon had caused. The mono-eyed woman gets a leaf from a vase and chews it into a paste. She polished the paste on the injury spot. She grabbed two

"I'm not some object you can take turns using and then lock away in a golden cage once you're bored! I'm the one in control here, not you!" The plump woman opened her eyes once more. The deadly flash of vengeance that had briefly dimmed was now blazing fiercely again within her round eyes. Vivienne knew she could not remain idle and allow the Vance clan to go any further, or her entire plan for revenge against her ex-husband would turn to ashes before it even had the chance to begin.

This woman was truly ruthless! Glaring at Britney with wide, angry eyes, she huffed, "Britney, you’re such a wicked woman!"

“Yes please, and yes please.” Vixen looked over at the woman standing by the window; she was blonde with baby-blue eyes, and she was tiny, smaller than Vixen herself, which made her believe that if this woman was one of King’s Men, then she had to be absolutely fucking lethal, appearances be damned. She could probably snap a grown man with her pinky finger, smiling sweetly the whole time. “Hi. I’m Vixen.” “Honey,” the woman said. “And let me tell you, girl… I’ve seen that video footage from the parking lot. You are a badass extraordinaire, and I suspect that if you came after my job, you’d get it.”