Vicious Woman Novels & Stories

A cold, sinister laughter erupted from her, echoing through the chamber like the haunting symphony of a deranged mind. For in that moment, the evil woman had become the embodiment of vengeance, her every thought consumed by a burning desire to annihilate the woman she despised. And as she reveled in her malevolence, the stage was set for a battle of wills, where the forces of darkness clashed with a single, unwavering ray of light.

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

the woman shouted as she struggled. Vicky scowled right then. "Bullying a woman in broad daylight?! This is an outrage!"

“Mother, that girl is my wife.” “Yes, but not for long.” the woman said, as settled on the couch, “I don't understand what is going on with you, why are you allowing yourself to be manipulated by that loose girl? I don't understand why you and your grandmother can't see her for who she truly is, a manipulator and a whore.” “Mother, aren't those words a little too harsh? I mean what if all of these accusations are just lies and just an orchestrated trap?” “Oh please, who in this city will waste their precious time setting a trap for her. I'm telling you, she is just playing victim.” The woman insisted, “You don't know Paige like I do, if only you did, you wouldn't be bothering yourself with h

Just then, something crash through the kitchen window, causing Vicky to scream and duck. When she looked up, she saw an ugly woman riding an old broom, hissed at them. Her face was covered with boils that oozed pus, and her long white hair was matting with dry mud. "What the hell is that!?" Victoria screamed, the woman turned on her. Before she could reach Victoria, October grabbed onto the broom and pulled it from under the witch. The ugly woman screeched, waving her hand in the air. October stood there looking around, because nothing happened.

It was easy to see after such cruel abuse of the homeless man that the abuser had a serious psychological defect. ‘This woman is very dangerous and abnormal. Her maximum sin value must be over 60!’ Jack thought.

she said and I angrily punch her stomach making her to wince. "Argh!" she shrieked as I punch her stomach again and this time she cough out blood and smile weakly. Her eyes flashed red and she headbutted me backwards. "Just like I thought brother. You're still weak and..." She was about to say when I angrily punch her chest. The impact sent her bursting out of the church. I dashed outside and there she was leaning on a grave stone with hands on her stomach. her lips stain with blood. Apart from Victor, Lenny is the vicious one, the odd one and the cunning one too. She's the example of a green snake under the green grass or should I say the black snake hiding in the dark.

Her sharp, black nails gleamed menacingly. I stared in disbelief as the woman's voice rang out, filled with madness. "Oh, Julius, Julius. If I can't have you, then all the women who get close to you die," she proclaimed, her pitch-black eyes boring into me. "Who is this woman in your house? A mortal? You choose her over me?"

The woman had a stern face and said, "Do you know who I am? If you bully me, my father and my brother won't let you get away with it." Thea threw a bottle of wine, and the woman's head instantly split open. Thea dropped the shattered beer bottle and laughed devilishly. "I don't care who you are, even if you are the Emperor himself, if you dare to mess with me, I will definitely repay you a hundredfold." "Ah?" The woman let out a horrifying scream. "Ah, how dare you hit me? You're finished! Let me tell you, I am Apexion Holdings..."

That’s when she learns to fight back, to be her most vicious self that even the demons of hell fear and cower from. Or so it is said… I’m a woman with a vendetta. A woman scorned and a woman torn apart till there were only ashes left of her. But I rose from those ashes long ago. And I will keep on rising no matter how many times I am burned, scorched and shatters. Because there is nothing more dangerous than a woman who has learned to rise from her ashes; who has been violated countless times and has learned to use her body as a weapon…who has been broken and scattered to the ground …before she has learned to dust off those parts of her like fine dust on the road.