Novel & Cerita A Week To Be Wicked

She looked back at me, and her grin was wicked in a way that made my stomach flutter with anticipation and terror in equal measure. "One where only rich people come to bang a hottie like you." The words hung in the air between us, loaded with possibilities I wasn't sure I was ready for but couldn't deny I was curious about. And just like that—my quiet, healing weekend shattered under the weight of strappy heels, wine-dark lipstick, and bass-heavy music waiting just beyond the city lights, ready to remake me into someone I'd forgotten I could be.

“Mama, it’s been a whole week since I’ve been inside you. Trust me. I’ll be quick.” “Tuh! I don’t want a one-minute man!” she snapped. “Okay...what about three-minute man?”

Her body ached everywhere — ass, pussy, thighs — but she felt strangely safe. She was starting to crave the pain. She was starting to crave him. As she drifted off in his arms, Viktor kissed the top of her head and whispered against her hair: “By the end of this month, you won’t want to leave me, Aliyah. You’ll beg to stay owned by the Wicked.” And deep down, in the part of her that was already addicted, she knew he was right.

April was sitting on the bed with a small mirror in her hand, mashing red lipstick over her lips, giggling with self admiration. I smiled, turning to face the mirror once more, the usual question repeating in my head. Was I doing the right thing? It’s been three weeks since I agreed to Wesley's deal to reveal to the whole pack that I was his mate. I did my research, and it turned out he wasn’t lying or trying to lure me into some kind of trap, he was a good guy.

I facepalmed. “I'm sorry, wifey, but I can't let you go no matter what you do to me. I'll take this as a mistake—” “It's not a mistake!” I cut in, getting annoyed. “I did it intentionally to make you suffer. I'm a wicked person, okay? A very very wicked human being. I have a master's degree in wickedness, so throw me out of your house already. It's a sin to keep a wicked woman in your house.”

To finally play out every wicked thought I’ve hoarded over the years. “I don’t need three months to break you.” I trailed my nose against her collarbone, inhaling her like the sweetest drug. “Two weeks, and you'll be begging for me. Three months?” I smiled, sharp and slow. “I’ll have my mark on your body and your soul.” She pulled back in a flash, stumbling, eyes wide and breath unsteady before bolting out—bag forgotten, pride slipping through her fingers like glass. Just a heartbeat. That’s all it took.

Make it look like an accident. I hit send and kept my face completely blank, resting my chin on my fist like I was just some bored guy sitting through another long, pointless hearing. The reply came back quicker than I expected. ‘I’m in Belgium on a job. Won’t be back for about a week.’ A week. My back teeth ground together so hard I felt it in my temples. A week wasn’t gonna cut it. A week meant seven more days of Annie walking around, breathing free air, thinking she’d actually won something.

Every step she took caused the Earth beneath her to decay and die. Animals stopped approaching her. Days seemed gloomier. Nights grew darker and longer. Fires ravaged once-green fields, with the wind breathing life into the flames. The ocean became ravenous, swallowing everything in its path. The Earth shook heavily, day and night. Terra brought the Earth to life. Then killed it. Again. And again. Her determination to feel the embrace of the love her family had once given her fueled her misery. Vita knew the one thing that could stop it.

I whined. "Dad!" He mimicked. "You and Pierce are a part of it. So I suggest you get Julian on the phone, informing him of this very important event. Everybody has two whole weeks to get themselves prepared. That includes me," He said pointing to himself. "I have to pull off the best gala that the werewolf nation has ever seen." "This is some bullshit." I muttered under my breath. "I suggest you go get yourself prepared Kiddo." He said. "Yeah, yeah." I said and left. I was so screwed.

“I love Wednesdays…” Glen sniffed. That day was the same as any other day for everyone, except for Will. Over the past few days, he was beginning to realize, after the kiss, that he could never go back to the way things were between him and Una. He tried to clear off the tension he was feeling inside, but nothing worked, and Glen’s STD scare had gotten old and was no longer effective as he found himself leaning closer to her. Like all every time he would see her, his pent-up feelings would automatically bubble up to the surface.