Evil Sister Novelas e Histórias

"Of getting close to women who work for me. Making them feel special. Then pushing them away when it gets too real." "Why do you think you do that?" Dr. Ellis asks. "Because it's safe. They can't actually leave me because they need the job. So I get the emotional connection without the risk of real rejection." "And when they do leave?" "I tell myself they were unprofessional. That they crossed boundaries. That it was their fault." He looks at me. "I did that with Natalie. Blamed her for having feelings I encouraged." "What about Sloane?" Dr. Ellis asks. "Is that what you're doing with her?"

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Listen slut, insult my mate again and you'll wish you'd sat through that meeting. Secondly, I can tell, you open your legs for anyone who can give you a power trip. As you mentioned before, I have eyes. Why don't you go find a head warrior to fuck cause, I'm not interested. Compared to my mate, you're garbage, so stop making advances." She snarled before scoffing and turning sharply, "Faggots." Cyrus' growl reverberated through the room,

Dominick yelled out angrily. "Mind your words young man." Dante warned him quickly. Dante knew why Dominick flared up that way. They both know who the lady red goddess was. She is a devil's incarnate. No one goes into her villa and comes back alive except you had a close connection with her. Lady red goddess would kill anyone who comes in her way. She can also kill her family. Rumors had it once that she killed her adopted daughter because she had a mental breakdown. Lady red goddess was the second word for evil. Dominick knew that Leila would die if she went there. It was impossible for him to let her. He definitely couldn't allow her to do the job. "Leila wouldn't be able to do that. Chang

Just how he did not have Mercy for the poor citizens by importing firearms, she will not have an ounce of mercy for him. Miranda's face was dark and an extremely bone chilling and threatening aura was emanating from her body. Everybody who saw her would stumble and run away for their dear lives. She was like a devil sprout from the deepest abyss of hell. She was oozing darkness, suffocating and choking darkness.

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.

Pots and dishes shattered into pieces, and chairs and tables were overturned, leaving the place in complete disarray. Mayor Kingsley’s eyes were wide with anger, his voice full of menace. “Frank, you’d better give me an explanation. My son’s death won’t go unanswered!” Dad collapsed to his knees, trembling as he repeatedly bowed, his forehead quickly turning red and swollen. “Mayor Kingsley, it was that wretched Eve who caused all this. She’s already dead. I even fed her body to the pigs. Please, have mercy on me.” Mayor Kingsley sneered. “And you think that’s enough?”

I lived in poverty, and I was constantly on the run. I tried to prove who I was, but no one believed me. Everyone thought I was insane. I begged Sia desperately to switch us back. She pretended to agree, then lured me to the rooftop and shoved me from the 33rd floor. The last thing I saw before I hit the ground was her twisted expression, overflowing with ecstatic joy. "With your death, your identity will be mine alone!" she exclaimed. It was only then that I realized the censer Sia had bought online was a cursed relic. She lit the special incense and made her wishes to it. Over time, she was able to swap bodies with a chosen person and steal their identity.

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.

She pulls another from the pack and retrieves a lighter too, setting the white stick into red dotted flame. Sebastian comes in view from the green metal door, seeing Laurel holding a stick of cigarette on one hand. He suddenly feels empathy for her and all his distrust washes away in the wind. He had misjudged her in every way. He had thought her to be made of stone to the core and maybe twelve years had changed her from the lovely girl her parents described her to be into some cold hearted bitch.

I growled lowly inside my chest and they looked at me. "She is Eve Daemonium. She is the new slave master has bought for himself." Salvador replied and I gritted my teeth. I could remember that day. Justin came to master, asking for help. I was there with Master Adrian that day. I wanted to kill Justin at that moment. He dared to lie to my master. He said she was a blood lust slut. One of the wild kind, who can not control their blood lust. They would do anything to get blood. That no one would accept her because of the lust she always felt for blood. If that would be true, she would have toren Hayden apart.