Fanfiction Wicked Novels & Stories

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.

Anberine spoke softly while she looked down weakly, shame for what she had done continued to eat at her subconsciousness as she felt his fingers gently stroking her cheek leaving shivers to run down her spine. It was uncomfortable as she felt his fingers leave her knees nearly weak, how was he able to do this? How did he do this when she hated him? She hated this. It was all wrong. It was fake- unreal, a false fantasy. Skye hated her and now thanks to her, he was her puppet. One she- if she had chosen to- control. “A puppet… just like how he treated me, he made me this way- a puppet… an instrument of his hate” Anberine as she stood there in the darkness caused by the spot in the corner with

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

I get that you want to take your anger and frustration out on someone, but you are playing with fire girl, and you need to tread lightly, or you will get burned. “Respect your old man and learn to deal with Amelia Taurine no longer belonging to you.” Ele hisses, raising her hand once again, and she slaps Wicked across the face for a second time. “You fucking psychotic bitch!” Wicked sneers in a murderous tone, touching his cheek. Ele brazenly raises her hand for a third time and as she drives it forward, Wicked catches it, wrapping his fingers around her wrist like a band of fire. “I dare you to fucking slap me again, Eleni Drakos.”

she asked me but didn’t remove her gaze from Seff who looked back at her calmly. I wondered if I should lie and say that it was a werewolf since his golden eyes weren’t visible yet- “Don’t even think about lying, I know that he is a Lycan. Why would you bring this precious being here?” With a tone laced with condescension, she questioned my motives, subtly insinuating that I had committed a crime. Her words were carefully chosen, dripping with venomous sarcasm and veiled insults. She twisted the truth, weaving a web of lies to manipulate Seff’s perception of reality, leaving him bewildered and uncertain.

Then a soft wind swept through the cracks in the window, carrying with it the faintest whisper—low, cold, and unmistakably real. Carter… I stiffened. My blood ran cold. Charlie turned toward me, brow furrowed. “What is it?” “Nothing,” I lied, forcing a shaky breath as the whisper faded into the night. “Just the wind.” But deep down, I knew better. The Wicked wasn’t gone. He was waiting. And somehow… he knew my name. —————————————————————————————————

It was replaced by a chilling clarity. The WMN had sold me a political lie, that she was a happily mated Luna. But the truth, that she was an opportunist, was infinitely better. Opportunism was a weakness I could exploit. Love was a bond I could not break. This threat was manageable. I leaned back in the black leather chair, my rigid posture finally relaxing, allowing the muscles in my shoulders to slump for the first time in days. The logical path was clear, exploit Vincent's emotional weakness and retrieve Anna before she gained any actual power.

What can I really offer him? What had I got myself into? What is Father going to say…to do? I can’t believe what is going on…that there’s a secret world of werewolves. That I’m supposed to be one as well? Yes Vicky had a bitch side, I’ve experienced that first hand but to be capable of murdering Evelyn’s parents in such a calculated attack…really? And then framing it on Reuben and to kidnap an innocent child? In a game of power…I don’t know. It all seemed rather far fetched.

The thought should have terrified me, made me snap out of all this but Instead, it made my pussy clamp down hard around his thrusting cock. Marcus groaned at the sudden tightness. “That’s right. You want it, don’t you? You want your stepfather to pump this fertile little womb full of cum. Risk getting knocked up while your mother is halfway across the world.” My mind spun with the dark, forbidden fantasy. I nodded frantically, tears streaming. “Yes… yes, Sir. Please breed me. I want it. I want your cum inside me.” Marcus’s pace turned punishing. He fucked me hard now, the bed creaking beneath us, skin slapping against skin. His hand left my throat to reach between us, his thumb rubbing tight

“Yes. I’m always a good girl. Always.” I braced myself on my elbows, relaxing into the way he worked me. Three fingers turned to four, and he twisted them deep, making me cry out. He loosened me like a master, but my pussy still gripped his fingers like a vice, muscles ready to clamp around metal spines. The whisk had become quite infamous online. Luckily, my friends and family avoided Julian’s novels. The covers were more than enough for them. “I need to see inside your beautiful cunt,” he said. “All the way in. Spread and hungry.”