Violent Little Thing Novels & Stories

His voice was low, more like a growl and I knew who he was referring to but I still pretended not to. "Who are you talking about…" Bang! He slammed his hand on the locker next to mine and I could see a dent there so I shut my mouth,yeah I rather that not be my face. As I said I would rather not fight with Vincent,we were both tall and well built but he had anger issues and I don't want to get on his bad side since I don't know what got him this angry. I choose my words carefully.

"Too weak to fight off acne now! Before you know it, your hair will recede, and you'll get scrawny. Then you'll be just as ugly as your personality!" "Do you know who you're talking to?" he growled at me, his very distinct amber eyes taking on an evil appearance. And then I realized his eyes looked familiar somehow. I'd definitely seen them before. "To be quite frank, I don't give a shit who you are. You're a huge dick, clearly to overcompensate for the small one in your pants." Everyone in the small shop was staring at us now. "It's probably so small you need a magnifying glass to see it. You probably fuck chipmunks, you're so small. Your pickup line to them is 'wanna nut?' and they go for

I seethed, glaring daggers at him, my eyes bloodshot from anger and tears that still streamed down my face. His response was laced with arrogance, taunting me with a smirk. “Oh, my dear, you couldn't harm a fly, let alone me." Little did he know, he had pushed me beyond my breaking point. The love I felt for Steve, combined with the burning rage that surged through my veins, ignited a fire within me that I had never experienced before. I had always been the silent, conflict-avoidant one. But when I spotted a gun lying on the ground, something changed inside me. I reached down, picked it up, and clenched it in my trembling hand…

She wished she could take a picture but she felt that would only make things worse. Jack, who had already taken a picture secretly, showed it to Melissa, who burst into a fit of laughter. Candice balled her fists, feeling like that were making fun of her. "Fuck you all!" she gave them the middle finger and turned to walk away but they laughed out loud - so loud so she would hear them and she hastened her footsteps, putting her fingers in her ears to block off the noise. "What an arrogant bitch!" Melissa snapped, her voice tinged with hatred as they watched Candice disappear into the crowd.

Kit snapped, irritated. Despite the warnings, one of the girls turned to Bienley with a contemptuous glare. "Devon is wasting his time with you. Filthy gay. What can you offer him? Your filthy ass? Disgusting!" She snickered with pure mockery. "What did you say?" Josh muttered through gritted teeth. The way he clenched his fists indicated his rage. However, before anyone could react, Bienley stood up and placed his hands in his pockets, staring directly at the girl who had insulted him.

Shock, betrayal, and despair… Finally, everything went dead and hollow. He finally understood that I was not some tame pet he could keep in a gilded cage. I was a viper who would sink her fangs into her master and bite back.

She frequently skipped meals, completely focused on the kids. At first, it was only Joey, so she usually found time to take small breaks. That kid, surprisingly, wasn’t all that nuts. Nothing like Nico. I had no clue how Vladimir was in his early childhood, but even that man couldn’t have been that loud. That little guy had a talent for screaming and throwing tantrums that would put a rock concert to shame. But despite all that, I adored him. He was an unusual child, but still a child. How could anyone dislike them?

He looked at both of them, fear and doubt clouding his face. “No one,” “We just need a name. That will save us this stress,” “Nobody did. Even my hands are clean,” he defended. Liam sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. “I tried.” He stood and gave way to Carla. That was when it all made sense. Why she’d been clearing things out of the chair to sit next to him. Carla was called Vincent’s lethal weapon because she possessed one skill rarely found in wolves. Mind diving. “What are you trying to do?” Mason shuddered. He was too weak to run or resist.

"Watch your mouth, sweetheart. The only thing limp here is your ability to maintain composure. Look at you. You’re practically vibrating." "Because you're torturing me, you sadistic asshole!" I fired back, my thighs clamping together instinctively to try and ease the violent throb in my clit, but it only made the friction worse. "I don't care about your stupid power games anymore. Fuck me, Vincent. Just fucking fuck me!"

The leader yelled; the boys held me again, tightly this time. "Bitch, did I not just say that I don't like that word?! Now shut the fuck up before I suck your dick and bite that shit off." I yelled. The Puerto Rican and Dominican blood in me kicked in and I started getting hot. "You better shut up, before you get hurt faggot." The leader said, Adrien still seemed shocked from what's happening. I had a small sadistic smirk on my face, my eyes just filled with hatred. "Do your worst"