Nessarose Wicked Book Novels & Stories

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Nevada chuckled pushing the door back and they stepped into the library. “If you are looking for the book, I took it.” Earnestine confessed. “We were improvising.” Janeka said. “I'm not surprised. That's what a Michael witch would do. A smart Michael witch.” Nevada said. “Of course.” Earnestine uttered. Nevada said a spell and the same kind of book appeared in her hands. “This is the real book.” Nevada said. “What are you talking about?” Earnestine said. “That one you stole is fake.” Nevada said. “When I found out the kind of people I was dealing with, I had to take away everything related to the darkness because I never knew what they had in mind.”

But all that was left was heaping piles of ashes. The pain kept spreading, like every inch of my skin was being ripped apart. “Aaah!” I screamed, falling to my knees. The wind cried out violently, and I could hear trees breaking. The darkness. It was taking over me. Stop fighting it, Evelyn. “Eve!” I heard my name. I needed reality. Just a touch, please, please… PLEASE! The earth I stood on dropped to the ground with force fitting back into where it was before. I couldn’t feel much. It was like I was watching myself slowly disappear, and I couldn’t do much about it. Arms wrapped around me, and I felt a beam of heat hit my face. Slowly, I faded out, the last thing on my mind being three words

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

I said following all her instructions. I summoned the god of darkness and he arrived and took Deborah with ,granting me her powers. I however couldn't lift the spell she had put on me. My hands were animalistic with long unkept nails that looked like they have been digging graves for all eternity. I remained with animalistic hands. I needed to get the spell off me as I will eventually be exactly as my heart is evil. I thought making my way back to the pack mansion.I got home and I had a deep craving for sex so I made my way into Leo's bedroom and slept next to him. He was so peaceful his blood smelled so good and I was tempted to suck him dry.

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.

It was nothing but a reflection of her lost happiness, broken dreams, and trampled pride. Emma flinched as his icy fingers reached behind her, unhooked her bra and flung it to the side unconcerned about where it landed. Blood rushed to her face, and a throbbing warmth spread between her thighs as she sat in front of him almost naked. Although the room was dimly lit, she wished it were darker. Not being able to look into his eyes, she decided to end her suffering and closed her eyes in defeat while he hungrily looked at her nudity.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

"Rosa, can you give Carlo back to me? I'm pregnant with his child. The baby needs a father." She looked at me with red eyes, acting so fragile. I frowned, trying to step around her. Suddenly, Gemma flashed a twisted smile and slid a knife out of her sleeve. She grabbed my wrist, forced the handle into my hand, and then slashed her own arm with the blade. "Ah! Help! You've gone mad, Rosa! You're trying to kill me?! It hurts! No! Save my baby!" Gemma screamed as she collapsed on the floor, blood pouring from her arm and pooling beneath her.

For heaven's sake, he'd gone through a lot of hell, finally landing a reward and this damn system was trying to terminate it. "I'll accept it", he snapped, stretching out his hands, his fingertips lightly tapping on the Yes button. [Congratulations, host has been rewarded with the Lustful Manual!!] Alan's eyes widened, quietly watching as a book materialized in his hands out of thin air. His mouth hung open, his expression half astonished and half out of his wits. "Xena, what is this thing?", Alan clutched the book, his gaze landing on the........ drawing of two males tangled in a seemingly uncomfortable sex position. Absolutely crude to the eyes.