Violence Of Mind Novels & Stories

Dumb fuckers! Right now, my wolf and I were ravenous for violence. We couldn’t think straight, and we were god damn pissed off. I felt my eyes pulsating, signifying the change from mine to his, and the heat rising from my skin became intense and uncomfortable. All I could see in the forefront of my mind were those idiots I had just banished from my meeting room. I needed to regain my self-control because, at this rate, I would blow.

The man stopped his body shaking as he turned to me. I should have taught esmarie self-defense. I’ve been focused on the wrong thing. My brain is a disaster. A landmine. There’s another vice that works better than alcohol. Violence. I don’t like to use it very often but you know, sometimes people present you with the opportunity to use them as examples.

“Yes, Vincenzo. Besides I don't intend on killing him now, I want to carefully mess with his mind before I take the big step.” “There are other ways to mess with his mind,” Vincenzo yelled. “There are other ways than killing innocent men for God's sake!” “Of course they are, but I'll choose violence over and over again because it's my life.” “Fuck you and your life…” Vincenzo roared and stormed out.

“Not always. I have lost her before.” “Then don’t lose her again.” Her words struck something deep enough to hurt. Slowly—very slowly—I felt the rage shift inside me. It didn’t fade. It condensed, sharpening into something cold and lethal. Something useful. Violence without direction is destruction. Violence with purpose is war. And I was choosing war. I walked past Gina, down the hall, toward the doors that led outside. The night air hit me like a knife when I opened them. Frost coated the grass. The forest breath held still.

I jump, my stomach churning as memories flood back—endless nights of destruction, of watching their love twist into violence. “Eliana, you’re crazy!” Dad’s voice thunders, shaking the walls. Something heavy crashes against them. “You’re seeing things that aren’t there!” I press my back against the cold bathroom tiles, sliding down to the floor. My chest tightens as another crash echoes through the apartment. Twenty years of this violence play through my mind like a horror movie I can’t turn off:

But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears, swallowed by the overwhelming noise of violence and rage. In the dimly lit room, shadows danced on the walls, elongating and distorting the figures involved in the violent altercation. Nick's rage-fueled grunts and the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh created a haunting symphony of brutality. Mr. Agabus's cries of pain mixed with Lily's desperate sobs, creating an atmosphere thick with fear and despair.

she whispered through gritted teeth, her voice barely more than a hiss. But the darkness was persuasive. It whispered to her, seductive and insidious, promising power and vengeance. Images flashed before her eyes – Visha's beheading, blood pooling on the ground, the terror in the eyes of those who witnessed it. Instead of feeling revulsion, she felt a sick thrill. The sight of blood excited her, and the thought of causing more chaos made her pulse race. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts. She saw flashes of violence, images of destruction, a world consumed by chaos. It was as if she were witnessing the birth of a monstrous entity, a dark reflection of her own soul.

“Is it? Look at today. I was ready to pay a million dollars to make Viktor go away. And if he’d refused. If he’d threatened to hurt you or the kids. I would have killed him. Right there in that warehouse. I was mentally preparing for it. Hoping for an excuse.” She stared at him. “Were you?” “Yes. And that’s the problem. Part of me wanted him to push. Wanted the justification. Because violence is easy. Violence I understand. All this trying to be better nonsense is hard.” “So it’s nonsense now?” “I don’t know what it is anymore. I just know that Viktor saw through it in five minutes. And if he can, everyone else will too.” Amelia stood. “You’re having a crisis. I get it. But don’t make perman

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 gets slick at my touch, convulses when I bring her close, clenches around my cock with a desperate hunger she thinks she can hide. I know she loves being fucked by me. This morning in the shower, I had her pinned against the cold marble, my fingers buried inside her, and she came with a shattered, silent scream, her body’s frantic convulsions the only proof. She bit her lip until it bled to keep from making a sound, but the raw, physical truth of her pleasure was undeniable. And that is precisely what drives me to the brink of violence. Because while her body is a symphony of perfect, carnal surrender, her mind is a fortress. Her eyes go distant. She stares through me, her thoughts a tho