Violent Delights Have Violent Ends Novels & Stories

The bullet grazed her shoulder — not enough to kill, not enough to stop her. She slammed into him, blade slashing through the air. Lena screamed, stumbling backward, watching as the two deadly shadows collided in a violent, desperate struggle. Elias shoved her away, twisting her wrist. Victoria kicked his knee, knocking him off balance. The blade flashed again, slicing across Elias’s arm. He grunted in pain but didn’t drop the gun. Victoria panted, fury filling her eyes. “You never deserved her trust!” “And you never deserved her love,” Elias spat back.

“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

Catching Vido’s arm, he twisted it until something cracked, then drove a knee into his ribs with enough force to send him crashing to the ground. Vido barely managed to scramble upright before another fist smashed across his face. And then there was no duel, only Revandrel dismantling him, smashing his face in again and again and again. The male I had watched show such gentleness while playing the piano, feeding from me, and holding me through the night was gone. This was the infamous Bloodthirsty Gladiator. Vido went down, came up, and went down again. Revandrel punched him until his face was a ruin of blood.

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 Till the next adios

She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and hummed her favorite song. That same night, Tiodor returned. Frowning, he walked over to the mattress. When the young woman realized he was there, she sighed and approached him. Without saying a word, she unbuttoned his pants. Lison let himself be carried away by his impulses. She began her maneuver, his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back, only to bring it forward again. Libia looked up, her eyes meeting Tiodor’s. This man was wicked. It was wrong, but it felt so good.

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.