Violent Delights Have Violent Ends นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Then we make them regret underestimating us.” He reached for her hand, entwining fingers. There was no hesitation. No doubt. Every plan, every strategy, every calculation he had spent years constructing now collided with the unpredictable strength of the woman who refused to be leverage. The darkness remained around them, oppressive, immediate. Every heartbeat carried tension, every shadow suggested a threat. And somewhere below, chaos had already begun. Lucien allowed himself a moment, brief and sharp, to understand what was true. Revenge had never been this complicated. Survival had never felt so fragile. And love had never been this weaponized.

Terrible thoughts crossed her mind leaving her almost numb. Kevin watched as her movements paused momentarily. Emma was breathing slowly. She's losing hope. And that's what he wanted. Her vulnerability was giving him intense satisfaction. Any man could grab a woman by her hair, throw her on the bed, and have his way with her but that's not dominance according to him. That's violent sex where a man controls a woman, physically. He could have done that, right here, right now. He's way stronger than her. He could easily fulfill his sinful needs with her but that's not how he liked it. He wanted her to give in. Kevin knew she was strong as she always preferred her values more than his charm. He

Alex growled on her face he mercilessly kept on thrusting inside her bleeding and swollen core “Sto.. stop…” Katina was saying something when Alex viciously slapped her right cheek and squeezed her neck to suffocate her in between their intimidate moments “Pleee… plee.. don’t.. it hurt it hurt’s…. Pleee… stop… let me go” she again pleaded however Alex completely ignored her pleading and brutally kept on tearing her vagina until just couple of seconds later whilst he was filled with boredom when he saw how Katina turned red because of his chocking “Fuck….” cursing under his breath he harshly pulled out from her swollen core and simultaneously released her neck

As the door closed behind me, I locked it and slid down the wall, letting my tears fall freely while my hand kept my sobs from bouncing off the bathroom walls. Memory after memory assaulted my brain. I felt like I was drowning. Drowning in unwanted touch and violent assaults. Choking on hate-filled glares and spiteful words. I can't take this. I pulled at my hair, trying, and failing, to push the images away to the back of my mind. Instead, they became more intense. More clear. I tore off my shirt as I tried to rip imaginary hands from my skin. My, now fully extended, claws carelessly tore into my skin, bringing to mind the only thing I knew would stop the onslaught. I dug into my right arm

I felt an agonizing pain as his claws punctured my skin, dangerously close to my heart. The world seemed to slow as I grappled with the searing pain, and the weight of Vincent's strength bore down on me. I could hear the roaring chaos of the battlefield around us, the cries of my pack members, and the clash of steel against fur. But all of it faded into the background as I struggled to free myself from Vincent's deadly grasp. His malevolent eyes bore into mine, filled with triumph and cruelty. He relished the prospect of ending me, just as he had done with Donna. It was a stark reminder of the mercilessness that had always defined him.

When he was already dead. This story is based on revenge, obsession and dark romance. The male lead is the darkest and the cruelest character I have ever written. This story will not be like my other stories, it's quiet different. A little like vengeful redemption but with a lot different and uncompassionate male lead. This story will contain violence and forced scenes (dubios consent). Your choice to read it. Next will be updated soon, keep on liking and commenting. Keep on following me here and on I*******m it's mirah_selim

She had seen violence before, had witnessed countless acts of brutality in her life within the shadows, but this… this was different. This was a deliberate, calculated act of profound cruelty, designed not merely to inflict pain, but to break the spirit, to obliterate the will. The enforcer with the whip raised his arm, the leather thongs whistling through the air with a chilling precision. He brought it down with a sickening crack that echoed through the dungeon, the sound reverberating through Violet’s very bones. Vlad’s body tensed, a low groan escaping his lips, yet he remained silent, his head still bowed, his defiance unbroken.

Callie muttered, glaring at Cullen, who only shook his head, fighting back his laughter. “You don’t like that? Hmm. Then I won’t kill him just yet,” he mused, tapping a finger on his chin. “Maybe I’ll keep you both alive as my slaves. That’s a more appropriate ending. Don’t you think?” Cullen’s words painted a horrific image in Callie’s already banged-up head. The image easily turned into a nightmare where the graphic scenes played out exactly as he’d described. In her mind, she could hear Vin’s voice, shouting and groaning from pain as he watched her be violated.