Fourth Wing Spice Novels & Stories

That knowledge lived between us like an open wound that never healed. It's been eleven years.. Yet he held his shoulder high like a man with no sin. I didn’t need him to confess. I needed him to suffer. Then there was her. Sylvara. She was never part of my plans at first. Small. Quiet. Always standing half a step behind Aedric, like she was afraid the world would swallow her whole if she wasn’t touching him. An unshifted omega. Weak, they whispered. Useless, they said.

The ginger haired instructed. “Okay,” Augustus answered, turning to leave, “otay,” Evy repeated cutely, making the elder giggle. “Let’s go get your book, baby bun.” The brunette said as he retrieved the spare key, and walked up the flight of stairs towards Lucas’s apartment. He didn’t really think much of it at first, but as he unlocked the apartment door and stepped in, it made him suddenly realize, that he was in someone else’s personal space and that fact made him blush a little.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

I said, slipping away before the air actually caught fire. Because whatever that was… It was a whole lot of spice, and I gotta make sure no one..well except me hears it.

She stood up and tried to whisk them off with her hands but her effort yielded no results – they flew out very fast before they could get caught. “What’s that?” I cleared my throat after asking. I nearly got choked in the throat. “Fireflies!” she replied. “Their light is too bright, and they fly zigzag. These can’t be normal fireflies.” “That’s nothing strange, grandma. These are just fireflies. You need not be superstitious all the time.”

All Britney could do was console her telling her "everything will work out fine" Danielle met Britney at the Greenwich Hotel where they both work as waitresses. It has been hell for Danielle working there, no one liked her especially her manager Mr. Spencer. He despised her for turning him down several times. He made sure she worked her ass out while working in the hotel, he made her close from work late than any other person. Several times she thought of resigning but she had nowhere else to work, she had no degree and the thoughts of this baby made her more frustrated. What if Mr. Spencer finds out about this baby, "I'll be so gone". She hated her condition, she hated the baby. Danielle's

turning to Ashley,he added "I think she made a good choice too. That douche is a scumbag" "Get out of here!" I pushed him away and he laughed before entering the nearest class. Tephanie White walks into the hallway,making her presence known without even as much as saying or doing anything. Tephanie White was a beautiful Canadian girl. She was someone you'd describe as tall, sex at most with a long baby face and deep raven black hair which she always kept down. "You missed first class, Tephanie,"Ashley called as she passed us "again"

Spitfire, on the other hand, looked like royalty. She sat perched on the edge of a lounge chair, wearing a floral collar around her neck, with white and yellow fabric flowers that Amaya insisted made her “look festive, not annoyed.” Spitfire looked deeply annoyed. But regal. Regal and displeased. Which, to be fair, was her default setting. I stood under the awning, half-watching the chaos unfold and half-trying not to cry into my plastic margarita cup. This was my family. Not the flawless sitcom kind. The real kind. Loud. Messy. Overprotective. Mine.

My Nine lives were coming up. 5 YEARS AGO.. As a woman, people have certain expectations and sure have a lot to say about us. How we dress or what we wear. Limiting our abilities because of shoulders and what we do when the workday is done. But when you have the mind of a genius you have the ability to destroy and concur. And that's what I did and what I am going to do. But I was no businesswoman who is fighting for a CEO job. I was no housewife trying to repair things with my cheating. But most of all I was no Mafia leader or falling for a Mafia leader. I was Sugar. And I get what I want not caring who it hurts in the end. Because all people ever do is disappoint and ask for more than given

With a face as recognizable as mine, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted me. A former fan took a video of me performing at the bar and posted it online, even though photography wasn't allowed there. Once the clip got out, everything spiraled out of control. "Jean Swisher's Fake Death" blew up on social media overnight. People were tagging Conrad left and right, begging him to track me down. The fans who used to call us the perfect couple were suddenly desperate to reunite us, until the more reasonable crowd stepped in and shut it down. "Just do this for me, okay? You two should meet one last time! All these old memories are hitting me out of nowhere!"