Monologues Wicked Novels & Stories

His voice echoed through the eerie silence, his words resonating with authority. "Witch, I seek the elixir of immortality. I come not to challenge you, but to beg for its use. I will do whatever it takes to bring back the one I love." The wicked witch emerged from the darkness, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice. "Oh, how touching. Love drives even the strongest of wolves to their knees. But the elixir of immortality comes at a price. Are you prepared to pay for it?" Dax's determination burned brighter than ever as he faced the malevolent witch, his voice resolute.

She grabbed the door handle she thinks is the correct one and takes a steadying breath to get into character for the razzle dazzle Tobias said Madame Corbin wants. Monica bursts inside and twirl, giving the room her back, dropping it down low to twerk and singing, “There’s some hoes in this house, there’s some hoes in this house! Yeah, yeah, yeah you fucking with some wet ass pussy! Give me everything you GOT! With this wet ass—” A deep, growly voice interrupts her shenanigans, and Monica freezes mid-twerk, slowly turning around with her knees still bent. Her heart skips a beat when she sees a very handsome man with dark hair sitting at a round table with an older man who looks aghast. If a

She laughed as they lifted her like an offering and carried her toward the raised central platform bathed in blood-red light. Tonight, the good innocent girl was going to disappear completely. And Maddison couldn’t wait to be devoured. They shoved her down on the floor of the platform, her legs splayed wide and up to six or more men surrounded her and she spread her thighs wide without being asked, knees falling open in shameless invitation. Maddie bit her plump lower lip hard as one dove in, latching his mouth onto her clit and slurping her juices. “Ooooh, fuck yes,” she groaned, and bucked hard, fingers twisting into his hair, grinding shamelessly against his face.

Red carpets and gold rooms and men falling at my feet. And always… Duncan. --- The last pin clattered to the floor. I stared at myself in the mirror. Hair down. Makeup smudged. Eyes open. Not a goddess. Not a weapon. Just a woman pretending not to be afraid. --- I whispered his name once. Just to hear how it sounded again. “Duncan.” It broke in my throat like glass. --- I would disappear again soon. Let the crowd hunger for the next appearance. Let the headlines spin.

One specific point resonated deeply, the professor's words echoing in the room: "The decline in our magical abilities… a consequence of the weakened connection between humans and wolves." A pointed silence followed, and Professor Tinkles' gaze locked onto Kate. But before the professor could pry any further, the bell rang, signaling the end of the torture. Relief flooded Kate as she hurried out, eager to escape the stifling atmosphere of the classroom. Pushing through the throng of students towards the exit, her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Her mind replayed the professor's words, a fresh wave of vulnerability washing over her. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd,

ISABEL POV I stared on in shock as Theodrin proceeded to wear something that looked like an artificial cock. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand so as not to make any sound. I watched on as the plastic cock disappeared into Marita and she moaned shamelessly. Theodrin really had energy and was going to work on Marita. She stopped and switched to Dyelin, who had also laid down on her back with her legs spread. Both women were moaning like a bitch in heat.

My hand reaches for the pink fragrant champagne cast on a tower of itself before Sharon’s words ring in my ear. They smell so decadently teasing, yet I cannot consume them, only stare and wish my anxiety away. The music fades slowly, and the audience turns their gazes to the stage on cue with the dimming lights. Marko takes my breath away as he takes the microphone, he is dressed in white and gold, the colour of my eyes, and while this should flatter me, it sinks my stomach. I have seen all this before.

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

And who else? "Hey, Zannie, are you listening?" Lucille whispered, bringing her back to reality. At any rate, she seems to be moving to another dimension when the young man is obsessed with her mind. She faked a smile. "Yes. That's good to watch, but I’m tired. I’m gonna miss it." "Whew? You weren't at the camp before where it was held, you should go with me to see their second performance." Lucille let out a silly laugh.

Marcus and Spencer stood at the forefront, their expressions betraying their confidence. I took a deep breath, feeling the power surge through me, ready to speak the truth they had tried so hard to conceal. “The Blackwood clan has a secret desire. A desire to corrupt all realms, to make them bend to their will. You stand at the brink of destruction, facing a choice that could save you.” The murmur of disbelief rippled through the crowd. I could see Marcus’s eyes narrow, assessing the situation, realizing he could not ignore what I was saying. “You think you can sway us with empty threats? The Blackwood family will not yield to your whims.”