A Week To Be Wicked Novels & Stories

"Actually, now that you mentioned it, my parents would be gone for the weekend—" "The weekend is off," I said. "I'm occupied weekends." Meg pouted, clearly upset. "I did what you told me to. I deserve my reward." I sighed, feeling annoyed. I hated women's troubles. "Let's do this on Sunday, then." She was excited and satisfied. "Alright, Sunday it is. My place. We'd do N*****x and chill and a lot bunch of other stuffs." I wrinkled my nose at her. "Whatever, is that all? I gotta hit the road."

In the five years since she had been brought into the Silver Ridge Territory, Victoria had resorted to the silver cane only once. It was a thrashing so brutal that Avery’s wolf had whimpered in the dark, and her body had taken a full moon’s cycle to knit back together. Now, the cycle of cruelty was turning once more.

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”

“Go home. Jack will want his mama.” “You sure you don’t mind?” I shake my head. “Not at all. It was nice getting out of the house, but this is the first time in two weeks I’ve done more than listen to “Defying Gravity” on repeat while chugging a bottle of three-dollar wine, so I’m kinda tired.” Carly presses her lips together, smiling with concern. It’s a strange look only she and our mother can pull off. “You’re still into Wicked? I almost forgot about that phase.”

Marve asked her, and they both seemed to sit down, facing each other. I looked at my mate, and she smiled so wide, feeling so excited to win. I just wiggled my eyebrows at her with overconfidence, and she giggled. Oh, I have so many things in my mind that I will make her do for that one week. Damn, I feel so much giddiness in my bones. But if I lose, fudge, no problem. I just marvelously remembered that I can use my witchiness to let the plates wash themselves. Oh, I am so sorry for my poor mate. Mwahahaha! Do you think I am an evil witch? Nope, I am just a wise and lazy witch.

I kiss his chest, eyes squeezing shut. "We should've been doing this from the start," I whisper. "I wouldn't have gotten any work done these last couple weeks," he says. "I would've been too busy fucking you." "Oh, dear. What's going to happen to your practice next week?" "I guess you'll have to satisfy me over the weekend." I stare up into his eyes, grinning. "Think I can do it?" "I sincerely want you to try." I laugh, kiss him, hold it there.

And the absurdity of how we could do whatever the fuck it is that we wanted made me smirk unconsciously. We might have tainted the city. But we owned it at the same time. And we fucking ruled it. The enclosed space made me get a good feel of the multiple gorgeous specimens lounging at the huge bar and private but open booths. Some caught my eye as lust swirled in theirs, scanning my frame up but none were that appealing to me. Maybe I was too much of a stuck-up bitch or maybe it was because of how much I needed a good smoke and a fucking drink.

“No freaking way. You see it too, right? I’m not delusional? Or did we both drink too much last night, because there’s no way she actually lasted a week. Isn’t this the longest anyone’s ever stayed?” I blinked in confusion, my grip tightening around the handle of the mug as their voices continued in hushed tones “Y-you’re right. The last girl didn’t even make it past two days before she was ruthlessly fired, and the one before that? She lasted barely an hour just because she stared at the boss for too long. So how is this possible? Someone actually lasting a whole week as the devil’s secretary?” My eyes widened at their words. An hour? Two days? I knew Alaric was a tough man to please, but t

My little makeup had started to melt. What was I even thinking? Confessing? I let out a bitter laugh and turned away from the house, from the party, from everything. I just wanted a place I could breathe and it definitely wasn't here. Then bam,I slammed into someone and stumbled over to the floor. A shrill of perilous laughter erupted through the space..It was sharp and quite cruel. “Seriously?” one of them scoffed. “Watch where you’re going, Fatty.” Another girl stepped around me like I was dirt. “Maybe if you could see past your double chin, you would have better coordination.”

"It was. I was nearly ready to cry, but it was all hormones, I suppose. And Debbie's always telling me how he's asking if I'm ever coming for a visit again. But I haven't really been back since. That was like four months ago now." A cool breeze blew by. A page of Casey's magazine ruffled in the night. "Jordyn?" she said after another short silence. "Huh?" "Did you feel like a... whore after?" She said it carefully, honestly concerned. "Well, the next day I did, a little bit. Well, sort of a lot, actually. I mean, I didn't even know the guy and there I was doing that! And Debbie hasn't stopped teasing me since. She calls me Cock Master McMaster."