Shayla Black Wicked As Sin Novels & Stories

Will we reach the finish line together, or will one of us betray the other? Looking at the beautiful woman before me, there is one thing that I know. Layla Blackwell is a dangerous woman, one who is not afraid to play with fire. I wonder if she knows that I not only love to play with fire, but I’m the one who will light them.

Including her in the deal is downright sleazy in my opinion. His head is so far up his ass that it kills him that he has to sell to me. He's fucking broke, but he still stares down his nose at me. My only saving grace is that nobody else wants to touch his company. I need to seal the deal, and soon, I need them out of my life before the triplets are born. The only problem is, is that the FBI wants a recorded confession from Whittle that he runs a human trafficking ring, and so far, I haven't been able to pull it from him.

Shawn is torn in between both women, but he still has sex with his wife sometimes which makes Mrs Martinez suspicious as she expected him to jump at every chance she gave, given the fact that he maintained abstinence all those years. She knows this because she had placed his secretary Susan in that position to watch him and try to seduce him. Because of this, She starts to tail him and almost catches them twice however they slip through before they get caught. Susan, Shawn's secretary, is however hell bent on blackmailing them because she has always wanted Shawn for herself and she is extremely bitter and jealous about the fact that he chose a younger girl over her. Her form of revenge and b

Nik said, glaring at her pointedly. Aileen continued, "You really know how to throw shade, huh? Well, I have shades of my own. I know trauma induced anger when I see it. Soul shifters did something to you guys in particular. Who was it? Your sibling? Your lover? Or... your paren–" Zakai didn't even let her finish her sentence. He had her by the neck and lifted her high off the ground. His breathing was ragged and his eyes showed how much he and his wolf wanted to rip her apart.

Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me. "So, you got everything done, my butternut?" He asks sweetly and on cue that lady comes out too. "How much is it, miss?" He asks her in a sweet, gentle voice while eyeing her differently. Uh oh, looks like he will not spare her even. Bloody dirty soul! But I will take care of it tonight, for sure. Looking at the lady, I jut one of my eyebrows at her, urging her to say the price. And she does. "Uh, it will be sixty dollars sir!" I give her a smirk which means I appreciate you, girl. She smiles shyly before taking the money that Devin gives her. As I have said, she deserves it. And besid

“There is no force strong enough to ever put me off Shayla.” I smirk. “I could so easily beat you to an inch of your fucking life, but those wounds will eventually heal. No. I’m going to hit you where it really fucking hurts, you sadistic cow. While you’re lying there night after night staring at the walls in your cell for the next twenty years. I’ll be in bed, in the arms of the man you so desperately love.” Shayla declares, lowering herself to Sophie's eye level. “I’m going to burn an image in your twisted brain, so you see it every time you close your eyes.” She adds and smirks before she turns to look at me.

I asked, shivering inside my skin. "This girl has been sleeping with our men." Lady Lyl yelled, the women around, glared at me and I saw one of them recording me. What were they doing? They had black ink on their hands and that is it, I know what they were here for. They were here to crucify, to humiliate the witch, and in this case, I was that witch.

Words spilled through my clenched teeth. “Yeah yeah. You are all talk and zero bite, cousin. So, yeah, I don't give a fuck about your threats. However, take my words pretty seriously, Dean. Because I am not as sane as you. I don't think; I just do it.” I remained silent, which gave him a reason to continue. "Because this time I will attack where it hurts most, Dean. And it won't be your sister. It will be Grace Hale. Your little cellist.”

she whimpered between gasps but I ignored her. I shifted my grip, one arm banding around her lower back, pinning her flush against me so she couldn’t escape the angle and started pistoning up into her with short, vicious thrusts. Each one punched the air out of her lungs. Her head fell back, throat exposed, tears already gathering at the corners of her eyes from the intensity. Her moans turned into sobs, raw, overwhelmed, the kind that came when pleasure and pain blurred too close together.

“But today, I stand before you with sixty-three. I decided that one was far too small for my hands. I bought a billion-dollar empire days ago, and before the ink had even dried, I gave it away.” I sighed inwardly. He was showing off again, acting the part of the untouchable billionaire. But then he turned his head toward me, his eyes dark and intense. “I’d like to introduce the new Chairwoman and sole owner of that empire... Elira Blackthorne.” My eyes grew wider. My heart stopped, then restarted with a violent thud against my ribs. Elira Blackthorne? Was this the surprise he had been talking about? The room erupted. It wasn't applause; it was a roar of confusion and scandalized whispers. I