Fourth Wing Spice Novels & Stories

My vision blurs slightly as I toss my hair, walking across the black tiled floor. I stride confidently, oblivious to anyone I bump into, lost in the powerful music. The spirit of the liquor fuels me, but I still carry myself with assurance. Reaching the center, I stop. I shake my head carefully and smile devilishly. I hear the crowd screaming and chanting. I begin to dance to the seductive music. I toss my purse aside, not bothering to look back. I slowly tease my skin with my fiery touch. I loosen my black spaghetti strap dress, shutting my eyes sensually. The people around me applaud, and though I'm aware of what I'm doing, I just want to have fun for a moment. I haven't felt this way in d

I just smiled at his antics and how cringy he could be sometimes. "Where's Beth? You left her behind again? She is so gonna beat your ass this time" I said as I looked around. Elizabeth Merki is Jody's girlfriend. She a whopping 5'4 tall, chocolaty brown skin which literally glistens in the sun light, beautiful wavy black hair and the most gorgeous brown eyes I have ever seen! We three usually hung out together and have been friends ever since Elizabeth beat up Jody when he insulted my drawing in grade 1. If Jody wasn't dating her, I'd definitely date her.

she chuckled. Rico walked away from her, his hands on his face. “What’s up?” She chuckled nervously, walking closer. “Uh, not much, just that you’ve made like my year, with this…” “Oh come on,” she blushed, “Now you sound just like Ryan. I just agreed to come work for you. What’s the big deal about that?” “You agreed to come work for me and that means we get to start working on what is definitely going to be the greatest tv show ever, The Spark,” he stated like it was a well-known fact.

It never did. The back hallway of Red Velvet reeked of cheap cologne and smoke. The bass from the main stage thumped through the walls like a second heartbeat. Milo leaned against the wall near the staff exit, one foot propped up, cigarette dangling between his fingers, its ember glowing like a tired eye. Ozzy was pacing. “I’m telling you, man,” Ozzy muttered, low and bitter, “I didn’t like it. Burning the whole place down with the girls inside? That’s a waste. Luis could’ve at least saved one or two...”

Ryan whispered and my eyes went wide. "Wh-- what? No, Of course not." I stammered nervously. "She keeps glancing at you," "I can't help it if I'm good looking, dude," I mumbled, wiping the beads of sweat on my forehead. I kept glancing at her occasionally and noticed that she was even hotter than the first time I saw her. She was wearing a sleeveless beige colored top and grey pencil skirt that hugged every inch of her body. She looked so poised and sophisticated and nothing like the woman I met at the bar the other day. I reluctantly peeled my eyes from her smooth olive skin which brought back sinful memories of that night. I finally took a deep breath to calm my raging nerves.

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching

Her tone totally flat. Pushing himself forward_he leaned towards the edge of his desk, just close enough to perceive her alluring body spray which only cause Aria to fall back on her chair in total disgust or was it fright? Being overly satisfied with her reaction. Frank began to explain in a rather low tone. "So here is the thing._there is going to be a book launch this weekend and I have been invited along side my mom but it's unfortunate that she won't be able to make it so am going to have to take someone in her place"

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

Uzziel – an angel whose name means "the strength of God." The following week, I worked with the local band that Denise hired to perform at the concert. They’re called ‘Dark Rose’. I was quite happy because Dominic, the guy I used to work with at Strung, was part of it. “I have missed you, girl!” he greeted me with a hug. “You too!” I hugged him back. I heard Chaise coughing behind me, forcing me to pull away from Dominic’s embrace.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”