A Week To Be Wicked Novels & Stories

Meeting his eyes again, I say, “I’m so tired of always being good, Adam. Can’t I just be naughty for a little bit?” “You want to be naughty, love?” “Fuck yes,” I moan. His lips quirk up as if he’s fighting a smile. He steps closer and cups my face, running his thumb lightly over my lips. “Such a dirty mouth for a Sunday school teacher.” “You have no idea.” He lifts a dark eyebrow at me. “How much of a wicked girl are you?” I give my nipples another pinch, feeling my panties mold to my pussy from how wet they are. “Wicked because of things I’ve done or wicked because of things I want to do?”

The witch reply firmly " What do you mean? Do you know how many weeks have been fortified here and still yet am powerful to match that young KAI!" The evil beings leader yelled in annoyance "I do not want you to hurt yourself, not when you aren't fully fortified...at this rate he'll kill you" the witch said with a stern warning " So I shouldn't do anyway and miss this great opportunity?" The evil beings leader asked furiously "I will advice so" the witch said and exit the room " That's absolutely nonsense!" The evil beings leader muttered angrily as heavy wiñds blows Instantly

“Saturday? That’s… perfect. One more day of him tomorrow, then I can just… drown the memory in tequila and loud music. I need it. I deserve it.” Lila grinned. “Exactly. Tomorrow, survive his ego, and then—bam! Saturday, we paint the town. You, me, glitter, heels, and enough cocktails to erase the week.” I laughed, a sound more like a bark of frustration turned release. I could already feel the anticipation of escape, the thrill of rebellion bubbling beneath the surface. “Fine,” I said, stretching and letting myself sink into the pillows. “One more day of Professor Arrogant, and then… Saturday, we go all out. Music, drinks, bodycon. Forget every ounce of him and his smug little warnings.”

"Dex wants to be your bad boy. But me?" I leaned in until my lips were grazing the shell of her ear, until I could taste the salt on her skin. "I want to be the one who breaks you. I want to hear the bone snap in your virtue. I want to taste the blood and the sin on your tongue. Just this once. Let me have one taste of that filthy, forbidden cunt. Let me bury my face between your legs until you suffocate me with your thighs. I swear it. Just... let me ruin you, and I'll carry the shame to my grave."

The full moon night? I bit my lower lip in irritation, my scarlet nails digging deep into my palms. I still had to wait two whole weeks! In the werewolf world, two weeks was enough time for ten thousand things to go wrong. I had just killed the old man, and Dark River Pack’s power structure was now in its most fragile vacuum period. I needed that kind of overwhelming strength to suppress all opposition immediately — not stand here listening to her talk about “timing.”

So Wick Webster was just going to have to suck it up and live with a girl who had boobs. Remembering how he’d very nearly called me beautiful, I cleared my throat while a flush stole over me. So many times that Topher had called me pretty, it had felt fake or made me uncomfortable, coming across as empty flattery in order to get something from me in return. I could never tell if I was just that paranoid or if there’d always been an ulterior motive with him. But the way Wick had blurted out his perception of me unwillingly and stated it as if it were a universal fact, not a stupid line, had made his opinion seem more honest and sincere than any compliment I’d ever received from Topher.

I look at the neat black hair between her legs , she gives me a seductive smile hooking her leg around my waist. " I need you so badly Azriel." she moans seductively in my ear. A growl erupts from my chest as I push her on the floor. " Don’t you dare ever touch me you filth." I growl glaring at her. Marica is a nymph who has power of beauty to wrap any men around her finger , she is the exact definition of beauty but from inside it's all dark and filthy. " Azriel." she yells standing up. " Cover yourself up Marica because your seducing spells dont work on me." I roll my eyes.

I wouldn’t see him for a whole week. I didn’t say anything. I just tried to reassure myself. It’s just one week. Time will pass quickly. He’ll be back. And we’ll finally talk about the things we need to talk about. It’s just one week.

I popped the 'p' on my lips, "Just talking to the voices in my head." I wasn't sure what made me say that, but I didn't really care. This week has been one for the books. I was nearly one hundred percent positive I had the worst week in history. Assaulted, frightened, abandoned, used. And it would only get worse from here. I'd be forced to live with Garrett, thankfully only until Friday. I could handle that, I told myself. A week of avoiding school and Garrett like the plague, should be fun. Garrett looked taken back, but a small grin formed on his face.

“I’m not going to stop trying. You can try to reject me; it won’t change a thing. But hear me out. I have a proposition. Give me a week. One week of being with me, and if after that, you are still ready to go against your destiny, if you truly don’t think we should be together then I will accept your decision and I will walk out of your life for good, no questions asked.” I raised a brow to him feeling like I could not actually trust him to keep his word. But still, one week was a lot of time. Even if I wanted to, which I did not, it would be difficult to be away for that amount of time. What would I tell Father and Elijah? On the other hand, this might be my only way to officially be rid of