Novel & Cerita A Week To Be Wicked

Willow grinned. “We’re gonna have no real time together this weekend.” “So we’ll do it next weekend.” I smiled. “Yeah you’re right. I gotta get my game face on. And let’s make it interesting.” “How?” Willow asked. “Whoever gets the most over the weekend gets to pick every single sexual position for the whole week.” Willow’s eyes lit up. “Oh you’re on. I’m gonna have fun telling you how to fuck me.” “I don’t need you to tell me, I know exactly how to give it to you.”

The Wolves' Territory Saturday, July 8th 21:34 LET'S GO ANYWHERE BUT HERE "Not sexy, nor beautiful, just nice." THE WEEKEND CAME SLOWER than Scar had desired. He had spent his entire time at The Wolves' club cooped up in his room, drinking as much alcohol as he could find and wallowing in his own self-pity. His mood had only worsened since Tuesday, the day he'd arrived. The party Scar was expected to go to was that night and Scar was not looking forward to it. He didn't like socialising nor did he like partying but he had to go, Vice's orders. With no window to stare out of and no alcohol left to drown his depression, Scar walked into his bathroom wanting to take a long shower. The party was

"I am going to see my future husband, of course." "Did you forget that you are grounded? It means that you are forbidden to leave the premises until I say so." "But, father, it is my time to show Gavin that I can take care of him. Besides, I am too old already to be grounded–" "Sit your ass down! Are you not ashamed to show yourself to the public after being labeled a mistress in that damn video? For you to know, that has stained our reputation! I would be much happier if only you knew how to clean up your mess but you cannot so you better listen to me."

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Wade is a damned liar. I should have known better than to trust him to tell me the truth about how he felt. Even more annoying is that he clearly fooled me with his charms. While I often harped on the fact that werewolves could make themselves more attractive to others through their supernatural magnetism, I'd forgotten the fact that, in specific, they could conceal defects about themselves.

The confession stung a little but I consoled myself and said it's because of his anger that he said such. "People like you have a special place in hell, I tell you" he said looking at me angrily. "People like me" I scoffed. "People like me own empires in hell" I uttered in confidence. " You are wicked , pure evil" he shouted in frustration. "Thank you" I responded sarcastically.

Aira’s POV “You guys are wicked !!” Danielle chuckled through our temporary group mindlink as he watched the eight witch fall into our trap and join the party to H E L L with her other seven friends. I am sure that they would have a pool party in burning oil and loads of fun with whips and forks. Haha. They deserved it. “Oh you haven’t seen ‘Wicked’ yet, dud,” Jax chuckled as everyone hid back in the shadows. “Ninth incoming in ten,” Danielle signaled.

"Did she use black magic to harm her own flesh and blood? How despicable! She deserves to suffer a horrible death!" "Adelia Quentin got what was coming to her! She tried to steal her sister's grades and health, only to end up stealing AIDS! That's karma, bitch!" "Take her down! She deserves to suffer!" Words like witch, evil woman, and demon were quickly associated with Mom. Adelia, who was Mom's favorite and all, was naturally involved in the online hate as well. Adelia's photos were edited into terrible things. Her past was revealed for all to see. She was doxxed in all ways possible. She soon became everyone's target of hatred, her reputation ruined for this life and the next.

The weekend hit us fast as hell. One minute we sitting around the apartment plotting like some cold-blooded generals, next thing you know the clock spun and it’s go time. No more talking. We got our shit together—hair laid, bodies oiled up till we glowing like fresh sin, makeup beat to perfection. We locked in on this plan like it was life or death, ‘cause for real… it was. One slip-up tonight and everything we built in that prison hellhole go up in smoke.

“ just shut up... And help me to find a girl who can be my wife... Do you get that through your head... And yes... I want a wife beside me within a WEEK” “WITHIN A WEEK” he yelled through his phone to my ears. “Yes...within a week... And if you are not able to do that then don't bother to show up your face to me in this birth" and the call ended...

“It's been one week, man. One week of living in hell.“ Richard whined. “You know what's worse?“ “Tell me.“ “I've not had a release for the past week. The ladies won't let me into their coochie 'cause they think I'm not a real man. Terrible, bro.“ Richard winced. “I've not had a release for ages. It's not as bad as you make it seem.“ Austin said casually, sipping at his coffee. “It is bad, and it's gonna stop tonight. You and I, we'll be hitting a nightclub.“ “Nah. I think I'll pass.“