Violent Little Thing Novels & Stories

Ruining Luciano’s party in the process. My doll’s fierce gaze reappeared in my mind, her voice drifting back to me. She had wanted to know if I would kill everyone who touched her, and truly, I would. The fastest and most effective way to get things done, in my world, was violence. Even the kingdom of God suffers violence, and only the violent take it. With a compelling force. I had just come into my bedroom and was cooling off with a glass of whiskey, after an intense punishment session with her.

he screamed. “If the roles were reversed, would you have let me go?” I said, slamming another punch into him. “No, you wouldn’t. You would’ve kept going, then laughed at how weak I was.” I didn’t stop. Because I knew exactly what kind of people these were. Cruel, cowardly bullies. If I didn’t beat the crap out of them today, they’d be right back tomorrow trying to walk all over me again. Vincent was stumbling backwards. Just as his foot touched the edge of the platform, he let out a desperate growl. His eyes went wide, fur started growing on his face.

My whole system ignited like someone poured gasoline into my bloodstream. I was sober five minutes ago but now my brain was chanting... Do it. Do it. Do it. But I lifted my chin proudly, “You think I am scared...,” I sniffed. “Of your cock? Please.” His eyes went black. “A dangerous thing to say, little Violence.” I swallowed but it was too late, my mouth had committed treason. “Alright,” he said softly, brushing a thumb over my lips, “let’s go home. Now tell me…”

He spun me around, bent me over the pantry shelf, and entered me from behind in one hard thrust. I almost cried out. He clamped a hand over my mouth, hips snapping into me over and over, his other hand gripping my waist. It was fast. Brutal. Reckless. The shelves shook. The cereal box toppled. He pounded into me like he didn’t care if we got caught. And maybe I didn’t either. I came hard around him, shaking with the effort of staying quiet. He followed seconds later, his groan muffled against my shoulder as he spilled inside me again.

VINCENT’S POV I stayed. That alone felt like a rebellion. Lila decided within seconds that I was now part of the game. She handed me a stick, apparently a sword, and declared me the villain. Mara immediately objected and said I looked too nice to be evil. Theo clapped at the argument like it was the best entertainment he’d had all morning. I played along. I chased them around the garden at half speed, let them “defeat” me dramatically, groaned when they piled onto my back.

“I’ll rat you out.” He chuckled under his breath and slowly turned around, his hands in his pockets again, looking dangerously amused. “Wow. You’re threatening me now?” “No.” My throat was tight. “I’m just… desperate.” He tilted his head slightly, eyes scanning my face like he was peeling layers off me. “You’re just a fragile little girl who wouldn’t survive five minutes with me. I don’t do soft. I do hardcore. I’m sure you didn’t see everything that happened last night.”

Pink short dresses, Louis Vuitton bag, Barbie hairstyles, pink dolls and thick pink smeared shiny lipsticks. Always picking on me back then in school. Saying I wasn't ‘classy’ and a stupid tomboy who got lucky to be born rich. I stink of bad luck that it actually killed my mom during childbirth. Remembering these scenes alone made me grit my teeth but I stayed composed, wanting to walk past them. I was too drained for arguments. “Lola?” one of them laughed, covering her mouth with her long nailed fingers. “Oh my God. I almost didn't recognize you.”

Ava whimpered, walls fluttering around Jordan’s fingers. “And when you’re really going at it?” Jordan leaned closer, lips brushing Ava’s ear. “I grab my dildo from the drawer. The thick purple one. I fuck myself with it while I listen to you come. Imagining it’s your mouth on me. Or your fingers. Or your tongue.” Ava’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of wetness coating Jordan’s hand. Jordan pulled her fingers out slowly, slick strands connecting them to Ava’s entrance. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head.

For a moment, I felt that putting a diamond ring on her finger wouldn't be such a bad idea. … After Cole fell asleep, Victoria quietly got up and headed to the basement. The dim room was filled with a foul, rotting stench. On the floor lay two figures—none other than the missing Carrie and Gabe. Admiring her freshly done nails, Victoria gave a casual command, "Begin." Two people stepped forward with tools in hand. Soon, the basement echoed with screams. Carrie and Gabe were subjected to inhuman torment, passing out from the pain, only to be splashed awake with cold water and dragged into another round of suffering.

Benton asks. "You will never find out how good I taste," I say to him. Benton licks my neck. "Oh Reese, you bitch, I already know what your pussy tastes like. I know how you liked to be fucked, i know every little thing about you. I know all of your dirty little secrets. I know what a fucking whore you are," Benton says to me.