Born A Wicked Way Novels & Stories

For some bizarre reason, this baby was picked when I didn’t want it to be. Crap. That sounded so bad. Like I didn’t want the baby. I did. I didn’t. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. I didn’t know what to feel right then. All I knew was I had to call my doctor and get the bit of metal out of my arm because the baby deserved more than failing hormones being pumped into my body. Then I could come to terms with it. Then I can accept the hand I’ve been dealt, deal with my demons, and look forward.

She had said we would get married once we secured our series A financing. Five years later, when the funding came through, she said we would get married once our user base passed ten million. Then, in the seventh year, she had told me with bright eyes that if she managed to get her hands on Jack's multimillion-dollar investment, she would marry me. I had believed her yet again.

The day after my sixteenth birthday the punishments started I was abused by my own father because he blamed me for my mother's death. My father abused me for a year and on my seventeenth birthday he succeeded in killing me which awoken my vampire side. I was born with Alpha werevolve genes from my father's side and witch and vampire genes from my mother's side. When one is born with vampire genes it can only be awoken when a person dies. The witch part of my genes is a while different story, one I never knew about until my mother told me on my sixteenth birthday. And I wished I never had those genes because my mother would still be alive.

I keep seeing this write us saying, villains are made not born and I guess I can relate. I was born the bastard daughter of Elder Vance Grayson, one of the most powerful, arrogant high-born lords of the old regime and a trusted advisor to the old Alpha, Cade's father. But I wasn't to be born to be a lady. My mother had been a common maid in the mansion. She was a very beautiful, desperate girl who looked at the high stone walls and the velvet drapes and decided she would climb her way to the top by any means necessary. She had used her youth, her sharp wit, and her body to seduce the Elder, entirely unbothered by the fact that his high-born wife, Lady Genevieve, sat in the parlor just a floo

They had no idea what was already running through her mind since the seemingly fragile and pitiful woman a while ago had vanished. Upon calming down, she shifted her gaze back to her mother. "The three of us did not ask to be born. It was your decision to give birth to us so blaming your children for your suffering is simply outrageous and audacious of you to do. You should blame your fucking self for fucking father! None of this could have–" She was cut off when her mother took a step forward and slapped her across the cheek. "You do not have any right to raise your voice at me! The reason why you are standing here is that I let you live!"

A cursed that clings to me ever since I was born. But who would curse a cute anti-social girl like me!? Did I do some bad stuff in my previous life for me to deserve this? Well, I did some bad stuff on earthly cheating and judging secretly but that's all! I didn't burn a continent or cause a destruction of mankind or summon a calamity for karma to hit me so hard that it curses me. This is absolutely ridiculous to the point that I just want to think that this is all a dream. So ridiculous that I wished I was reincarnated to a rock that sits all day doing nothing or worrying about something.

I stomped my right foot hard on the ground, feeling my skin bubble through the fire. Yield the wickedness. --the Moon Goddess chose you?! I stumbled. Sebastian’s words echoed in my head. He didn’t want me there. Xavier hadn’t wanted me. YIELD THE WICKEDNESS! Ajax hadn’t wanted me. Elena hadn’t wanted me. With a choke, I yielded. Yes, my Queen. Yield it all. It tore me apart. My limbs went first, then my eyes, then my nose, then my lips. The heat consumed me, and I smiled through the pain.

Like power born from chaos. Pretending to be Lucian was a game I’d played more than once. One we never discussed. One he would detest if he ever found out. But that’s the price of being born second. Of entering the world two minutes too late, only to find every door already closing in your face. No matter how sharp your mind, how brutal your ambition, you’re always the afterthought—the echo of someone greater. Lucian was everything I was expected to be. Charming. Polished. The picture of restraint and intellect. A walking statue of control and calculated success.

It contains a picture of himself and his complete family when he was still very young and the way happy. He looked at the picture very well and cleaned it properly with his cloth, then he had a little flashback of that childhood moment where his father would do anything just to see a smell on his face and then his mother was really close to his father at that time the family was complete and happy until his father's greed became too high. He started wanting things that he cannot get so easily and the best way to get all these things that he needed was to become brutal and wicked. His father's wickedness started by hitting his mother at every given opportunity and as if that was not enough he