You Meant It For Evil Novels & Stories

"And whatever happened meant nothing. And I’ll be glad if you keep your mouth shut." My brow creased slowly. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, I know you," she snapped. "Don’t go looking for my man to spill trash to him. I know how you are. I know how evil you can be." That word hit harder than I expected. Evil. "You will literally do anything to see me unhappy." she continued, her voice trembling just slightly despite her effort to sound strong. "It was a mistake. One of the worst I’ve made in my entire life."

“A powerful statement – and very potent in a time where belief of the devil was very real. What did Shakespeare mean by his words?” “He meant exactly what he said,” I said, my eyes focusing on the fifty-something woman pacing the front of the room. “‘The devils are here.’ Whether or not he believed in God he would have believed that each of us have free will as the bible teaches us – the free will to be either good or evil. The people that chose to be evil, to steal, beat, murder, they were the devils. They still are.” “So you agree, Maggie?”

“They sent you to me as a bargaining chip, hoping to stop me. They were sadly mistaken. In reality, I just gained something out of their stupidity. It also helps that you aren’t tainted by this world, and I plan on keeping it like that. So my dear Vivian, you were made for this god, and this god will be damned if he let anyone take you from him, including yourself,” he said with dark humor.

Said Merek with a smile. “What do you mean?” asked Kariya confused. “The house is changing shape.” Replied Merek. “Wow!” exclaimed Kariya. Once the two were at the top of the steps and out of earshot of the parents Merek grabbed Kariya by the shirt and he was looking right into her eyes. “You should have listened to my warning and ran, now misfortune will befall your family.” “What do you mean?” asked Kariya. “We are evil, we might seem nice, but we are evil and do evil things.” Retorted Merek before she disappeared.

Not for redemption. For sin. For revenge. I might really go to hell by the time I’m done.

The leader of the group said. "Yes..., I insist." Mr Black let out a horrible smirk that echoed in the room and disconnected. Mr Black went to bed that night but sleep was very far from his eye, the thought of how he was going to retain what was not legally his, stroked him just like lightning. The memory of how he started his malevolent act against his brother came flooding into his mind. All that he did then and he's still doing, is just the explanation of the phrase, that evil is like a seed and once it's been planted, it grows up to become a tree.

69 Trigger Warning "There's always a duality of good and evil. Aligning yourself with great men is crucial if you aim to be the strongest," Sitting by the fire, I felt a tumult of emotions, none of which carried warmth. Jean held my hand, tracing the lines of my palm with his finger. Despite the platter of food in front of me, I refrained from touching it, repelled by the presence of this monster by my side. Contrary to my expectations upon returning, the room remained empty. I used to dread solitude, but now, I longed for the company of another person.

“What if we have to choose and then something happens and we end up choosing wrongly?” “I believe evil is already tired of us and obviously wants us gone by all means necessary, so choosing wrongly is not even an option at this point,” he shrugs. “We are both stubborn and I don't think your mother wrote this to scare you. I think she wrote it to prepare you and to make sure you understand what you are and what you are capable of doing so that when the moment comes, you will be ready. She loves you, and sometimes, love can be tough.”

And I will sincerely perform those worst days for you". " I'm saying this to you because I don't want you to go against me. I want you to keep up the image that I have of you. I don't want you to mingle with such evil people. Factually saying, I don't want to break beautiful things until they cause me a problem. Got it"? She looked at him in disbelief when he described them as evil. Sure they are evil at some point to her but compared to him, they aren't. And she can't understand in what sense he called them evil when he doesn't agree that he is lot more evil than them.

But it was her piercing eyes, filled with a mix of fury and disdain, that held my attention. With each word she spat, her voice dripping with venom, Mrs. Mae pronounced the word "evil" with a distinct emphasis on the first syllable, elongating it with a chilling precision. It sent shivers down my spine, echoing through the air like a sinister incantation. The way she twisted the word, almost relishing in its malicious connotations, made it clear that she believed every ounce of her accusations.