One Lunatic One Icepick Novels & Stories

I had to make sure that she was given the right mix of chemicals so that Avery would never regain her memory. I was determined to get it just right. So, I set out to take several mixtures of the conditions I had acquired. Firsantipsychoticend of a sedative and an anti-psychotic. This combination was designed to keep Avery calm, while also hindering her ability to think clearly. She would not be able to remember any details whatsoever. I was careful to ensure that my proportions were exact. Next, I combined a hallucinogen with a stimulant. This one was tricky because I had to get the dosage exactly right.

Becoming Luna in Eloise's place was the best way I could hit her hard. I made my way to room 108, dressed in a cleaner's attire. I was at the most expensive hotel in our Kingdom, where the Lycan King had come to spend the night. It was Seraphine who made the discovery, and she also helped me pass the tough security system guarding this place. She was an amazing hacker.

(Hailey’s POV) The light in the room flickered, a low hum coming from the small backup generator somewhere within the building. I wheeled myself into the cellar, glancing at the several stack of files in the room. An awful thought danced through my mind. ‘a single torch and this entire room would be set ablaze.’ A smile crept through my lips, I have always loved chaos.

It frustrated me that he thought me so little of me that he was convinced I was unable to make my way to the dinning hall. I stepped forward, Vycer's hands locked into mine. I hated that feeling. The feeling of interlaced fingers. Every part of my body wanted to rip my hand from his yet, I also found the warmth of his palms soothing, settling. So much different from the icy embrace that he sported just a day earlier. It very much reminded me of Jace. How he, and his people, always felt warm. It didn't matter what group of Wild Ones I encountered on my travels because they all emitted the same warmth. As if they could channel the heat of the sun into their hands. I had never met anyone who co

"No buts. He's my mate and that's fate. End of story." "So- you're the Luna of Blood Moon Pack?!" At the moment, the world stood still. I'm.. the Luna? I had forgotten. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the Luna. A Luna. I threw a shattered glass at him and it scratched his face. "Hey! Anna! What the hell. This face costs a fortune you know!" "Like anyone is gonna see it." "Tsk tsk." He got up and looked through the windows. "Beautiful view you have. "

Well, technically, we had started the whole thing in my own cabin, but we had somehow arrived in his cabin by the end of it, I thought to myself, and a small chuckle escaped my lips as I remembered the frantic, chaotic movement through the hallways. "How we didn't wake up half the pack is a miracle," I murmured to myself, smiling widely at the memory. I reached out to grab a small glass cup from the tray on the table. I picked up a dark bottle, uncorked it with my teeth, and filled the cup with a generous shot of raw rum. "Exactly what I need to clear the frost," I said softly, taking a slow sip.

With a burst of controlled energy, I launched forward, my glove cutting through the air as it homed in on its target. David’s eyes widened in surprise, his smirk faltering as the reality of his own mistake hit him like a punch. My glove connected with his side, the impact sending a satisfying jolt through my arm. His breath caught, the wind knocked out of him, and for a fleeting moment, his veneer of arrogance shattered.

“Especially when that feral lunatic belongs in a cell.” Wait, was this Alpha Jacques? -

he says. There’s a silence between us, one that’s punctuated only by the sound of the crickets outside. We’re parked in an empty parking lot behind the restaurant, two cups of soda and a bag of fast food fries sitting between us. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine, but Adam knows how much I secretly love fast food fries. There’s something about the uncanny umami and greasiness of them that makes me crave them when I’m in a bad mood, and Adam brought them here tonight as a peace offering.

I yearned to give him a piece of my mind, to tell him to mind his own business, but I knew that silence would be my greatest weapon in this moment. With a whisper, Robin leaned closer, his words barely audible as they caressed my ear. "I don't think Alpha Dante truly values you or wants you to be his Luna," he confided, as if sharing a clandestine truth. A surge of indignation surged through me, fueling an urge to shove my fist into his forehead, to make him understand the audacity of his words. But I swallowed my anger, determined not to let him witness the turmoil raging within me.