Nessarose Wicked Book Novels & Stories

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.

Not in life, but… *On a book cover. Memories, not her own, flooded her mind in a chaotic torrent. A name: **Lady Vivian Ashworth**. A title: Daughter of the Duke of Blackwood. A role: The villainess. The setting: The Kingdom of Aethelgard. The story: *The Prince's Rose*. A novel she’d read just last week – a sprawling, melodramatic historical romance filled with scheming nobles, star-crossed lovers, and one particularly vindictive, doomed antagonist: Lady Vivian Ashworth. Vivian staggered back, hitting the edge of the bed hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. *Transmigration. Isekai. Oh god, it’s real. I’m INSIDE the book. And I’m HER. The villainess.*

But I remember your words so clearly now. Crysler, this time, everyone will know who is more powerful? And who deserves the position of the leader of the pack. It was never about power, Crysler, I loved you so much! And I thought you loved me, you cared for me. When I saw you with that girl, I didn't believe it. But you made it about power. Crysler, you chose power over your love. Lucy was right!!! She said you were The Wicked Alpha. And you proved it very well!!!

she shrieked, voice cracking into something inhuman, legs kicking uselessly against the car. “Do you want me to stop, Miss Kensington?” Peter asked, pausing. Maddie immediately shook her head, yelling at him. “No! Push that fist in!” Pete twisted and pushed slow until his entire fist disappeared inside her guts with a final, sloppy squelch. Cum squirted out around his wrist in thick ropes, forced out by the sheer size of him. “Damn,” he groaned, staring down at where his forearm vanished into her. “I’m wrist-deep in your shithole, Miss Kensington.”

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'. I opened the book, and a strange glow emanated from the pages. I felt a sudden jolt, like a surge of electricity had passed through me. The room began to spin, and I fell to the ground, the book slipping from my grasp. As I struggled to get up, I heard the old woman's voice, urgent and worried. 'Ryker! Ryker, what's wrong?' She rushed into the room, her eyes scanning me frantically. Then her gaze fell upon the book, and her expression changed to one of alarm. 'Oh, no. You shouldn't have touched that.'

Nixon just gazed through Victoria without even a tiny regret in his eyes and then left. I threw the book after reading the last chapter out of frustration. Argh! I heard that this story ‘Roses & Thorns’ was good, so I read it, but I’m not convinced. What’s good with the main leads having happily ever after, while the antagonist died? I can’t accept what happened to the antagonist. She doesn’t deserve it. Ugh! It boils my blood.

I cocked a brow not liking where this was going. He could have asked any other person, he had the whole pack to ask for help if he had trouble finding a book. Why did he need me specifically? “What book?” I played along. “The one that got you possessed” I paused, my eyes narrowing. “I'm afraid you have to be a bit more specific” I gave an evasive answer. “Oh don't play dumb Rosalia you know the book I'm talking about, the one that gave you strange powers you were meddling with dark magic and I recall you healed Nathan once, I'm certain you can do that again.