Nessarose Wicked Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

"The Omega’s heart is as black as her wolf is weak," a high-born female sneered, her voice carrying over the crackle of the hearth. "Truly. She bewitched the Alpha into a Mate-Contract, likely using Old Harrison’s failing mind to trap Hudson into the bond," another whispered, swirling a glass of fermented lunar nectar. "Her scent was all over the pack-link for weeks—the 'Mute Outcast'—and then, silence. A Northern Prince must be scrubbing her trail."

It's fascinating, and I really want to know more about it all. "I'm sure you'd like it." She places the book on the table in front of me and I smile at it. It's not so big but has a lot of pages and the cover is really beautiful with a golden rose drawn standing beside another rose, a silver one, but instead of sepals, they have a fire burning below them, and they are both rooted in a deep blue sea. Captivating burning roses with their roots in a deep sea, how artistic. PSYCHICISM is written in a weird writing that looks more like a drawing and my smile widens even more. How did she know this is just what I wanted! She really does have book powers.

“You think I'm arrogant?” Sierra's cheeks burned pink. “I didn't write that!” “Your name was on it.” “It was someone's sick idea of a prank.” “So, you're telling me the ladies got together and forged this note in your name right after we kissed?” Sierra bristled. “You mean that terrible kiss that I didn't consent to!” I stared at her. Was she joking? She had been fully into that kiss! “Listen to me, Sierra,” I said. “You attract the worst kind of men, and I'm not about to line up behind them.”

"The greatest evil unknowingly resided in the womb of the greatest good ever known alive. Until that day. The darkness in her, choked away every light of hope and happiness from her eyes. " - Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

A music I was raised with and quite enjoyed. It’s was sharp, wet and a little pathetic. The boy’s cries bounce off the stone walls of Blackthorn’s deserted locker room, each groan slicing through the space like a blade. He’s already on the ground knees folded, hands up, blood pooling down his nose but I don’t stop. Not yet. I can still see the stupid fucking book in his hand, the one he held out to Alina Miroshnikova this morning. The one she smiled at and that smile rattled something in me, Something ugly and familiar.

That woman was one hell of a cook, no denying that. If that is the book my beast mentioned, a book of shadows, it could change everything. Hell, everything is already changed, but answers, that is what we need to change the tid ein our favour. Rose is half wolf half witch. As ludicrous as it sounds, I know in my heart it is true. She marked me, said she thought she heard her wolf, he scent is changing. It's time I stop trying to kid myself that this isn't happening and lean into it. After all, it could be a blessing in disguise.