Born A Wicked Way Novels & Stories

“Your beauty routine seems excellent. Hmm, you're so young and innocent, but I don't think you'll fit in with my girls.” I looked at him desperately. Howard was the only family I had. “Yes, I can. I'm a quick learner. I'll work for free until his debt is cleared.” Santini narrowed his eyes. “I'll take your word for it, but if you fail, there'll be no corpse left to bury.” His eyes flicked with humor. "That's all in the contract, by the way.” I swallowed hard. That was three years ago. I still danced at Club Seven, with the Midnight Vixens. Santini had given me the stage name ‘Serena,’ and I wore a mask with a red wig so no one would recognize me.

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

Making her orgasm just to get her name out of her is all kinds of messed up. And completely unfair. And unfortunately, incredibly smart. She really didn't see it coming. The fox won that round. The thing is, Dorian sees through people with terrifying ease. Every lie she tells, every trick she tries, every carefully planned move eventually ends with him staring straight through it as if it were made of glass. Which is exactly why she changed tactics at the last second. No more lies. She left him the truth. The no-tricks trick. Or at least, that's what she calls it inside her head.

Her name was Juliana Hestia Von Leonhart, the twin sister of Justin. Audelia's lips twitched slightly upon receiving the worshiped and adoring eyes that came for her family. Yep.. they were the VERY reason why she became so wicked, selfish and malicious. Anyone who received such treatment from a very young age tended to be wicked because they would think that they were higher then others. 'Seriously.. my family..' 'Can't they show their love in moderation?!' 'No wonder I became malicious and selfish!'

Baka nakakalimotan nila I’m a wicked dame, and wicked dame are very petty and cruel. I will exercise my right as a wicked dame, humanda kayo lahat kay Vice Captain Illiad! Akala nyo makakatakas kayo after niyo akong pagtulongan na di pansinin. The corner of my lips curve silently. I look at the dwarf who have a wrap expression on his face. I know, I also have that expression whenever they are things that I think won’t adheres to logic. “You got pretty lucky, if I did manage to scratch you just a little you would have probably be dead now.” I stated while smiling.

I started while looking at Zayn. “No, Sarah…” She started and stood up from the couch to walk towards me to add, “You have disappointed me, honey… You were such a respected student of the school…” “Mom, listen to me…” I started. “Sarah, dear…” Rowen started and stood up from the couch. “You shouldn’t have done this. Giving out glasses filled with vodka to the freshers…? It’s really bad…” He added like I didn’t know it was a bad thing and I looked at Zayn in anger.

Each district required separate tributes, some demanding fifty thousand dollars just for a thirty-minute drive. Everyone else—Dante's parents, Carla and Emilio, and his sister, Gina—just stood back while I handled the ceasefires, the permits, the safe houses, and the money. They’d lived comfortably in our penthouse for a decade. Emilio studied his whiskey. "Chiara is blood of our blood," he muttered, avoiding my gaze. "She played in these streets with us as kids. She couldn’t handle the stress of navigating Naples alone."

Isabella said that her father was yelling at the woman telling her that she would never carry another bastard child. It was heartbreaking to hear about the terrible things that the children endured. I could only imagine them being frightened as fists and dishes were tossed about the house. It did bring to light that I had been thoroughly duped. These types of actions were not new to Jax. He was well versed in manipulating women if his children were to be believed. While I did not completely believe all of their tales, there were enough similarities that there was some truth in them.

~Enzo~ Sometimes, you can break a man with instruments of torture. As his bones shatter and blood pools, he’ll eventually give in and do anything you say to stop the pain. I’ve only met one or two who couldn’t. If you let him live afterwards, he’ll never be quite the same, knowing he wasn’t as untouchable as he once thought he was.

My hands begin to tremble at the thought. “A means to make sure your father doesn’t suffer the most horrible death in Mistral Hollow,” he says, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You know that casting out a werewolf can induce rogueness. No one spares a rogue—they’re killed at first sight. What a horrible way to go… I heard it. You lost Alec to it. Don’t want Reginald Wildewood to end that way, huh? Then do this. End the life of your bastard husband.”