Become A Femme Fatale Book Novels & Stories

Ashton came around the table and joined her at the shelf, pulling the volume out. "Two things lead me to that conclusion. Using initials is a well-known way of hiding one's gender, but more importantly, the phrasing and the characters are telling. They seem, well, far too accurate in depicting the feminine mind. No man could ever possess that much insight. It would surprise me very much if it weren't a woman. Here, you must give it a try." He handed her the book, and she didn't refuse it. If she was to remain here a week, she would enjoy something to read.

My unwilling expression indicated I had no interest in Quentin Bennett anymore. I hadn't expected that me being a third wheel would lead to me being forcibly kissed. "The young lady has such beautiful lips," the makeup artist couldn't help but praise me. I didn't dare to say anything and occasionally glanced at Briella Cortez, observing whether she held a grudge against me. If there was one person I wanted to avoid offending, it was Briella Cortez. In the original book, Briella Cortez was the craziest and most vicious character. She was the first one to "get" Quentin Bennett.

"This book is over a thousand years old. No one exactly knows the actual time. My brother won it in his first war, a war in the witches' realm. The leader of the coven was a dark witch, and my brother killed her; there he found this. Although he never opened this book, I did..." "This is not a simple book, Scarlett." Nicole took a dramatic pause before adding, "This is written by the Goddess Hecate. The mother of all witches..." She declared.

“The deal of the lifetime came when the newly coronated alpha queen of the Turnal pack, alpha Grace heard of me. Alpha Grace was very wealthy just like any other alpha, and was willing to pay me very well if I could read her good fortunes to her. “When picking customers, I was always very careful as to whom I chose, because I did not want the same thing that had happened with Katrina and some other silver wolves I had read bad fortunes to in the past. I had to be careful. Luckily for me, all the fortunes I read during my divination business were all good ones, I never had any one bad, and I thought that I had gotten control of my powers. I thought that I had learnt not to let out bad things

Anna is now 18 years old and one day. She is an adult now, a virgin princess. That will change today. Her purity and innocence have to be broken, as she will not be a good ruler only after she will take the next step into becoming a full Futanari. She needs to have sex with the creature that I have chosen for her. After she will have done that, all her powers will be activated. She will be very strong, her confidence will be infinite, and she will be dominant like me.

She knows not to challenge me. I drop the Omega to the floor and slowly step forwards, stalking my prey. I can’t have this woman causing a scene. Slow step after slow step, prepared to strike. Then she does something I’m not expecting. She removes her damn rag of a dress; beneath it she’s naked. And now I’m as hard as a damn rock. Damn this mate bond. David begins to fluster in excitement, he wants his mate. He wants to bury himself deep inside her, he wants to feel her inner walls clenching against his thick length as he makes her scream his name. The images he’s providing make me want her too.

She panted softly as she yelled out the word and made a sharp look at Helen. "Let's do this then" Jenna gave the Ball back to Helen, went to her room and came back moments later with some candles and an old book. Helen dropped the Ball right beside her feet, placed the candles in a circular form and lit them. "Get in the circle. It's time to feel some powers" Jenna got in the circle, Helen grabbed the book and got in the circle also. She opened the book to page 179 which talks about a spell called Necromancy and they both sat down.

I lay alone amidst the cabin's wreckage, each breath a battle. My phone lit up. It was Mia. "I won. Wait for it. I'll take everything you have now, including your title as the Luna, one by one." I stared at the text and let out a dry, crooked laugh. What was left for her to take? My wolf was slipping away, and so was I. As the pages of the wall calendar were torn away one by one, somehow, I felt calm.

It was a habit, a shield, a desperate attempt to make herself invisible. But then something inside her snapped. She lifted her chin, meeting Celeste's venomous glare with steel on her own. “You think words like that make you powerful? That tearing me down will make you feel better?” She moved closer, her head closer to hers. “Let me tell you something, Celeste—you can bark all you want, but at the end of the day, you're just another spoiled wolf desperate to hold onto something that was never really yours.”

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.