Something Wicked This Way Comes Book Novels & Stories

“Yes, the Book of Shadows. It was an ancient tome, passed down through generations of Wiccans, containing spells, incantations, and rituals that were not meant for mortal hands. Your mother knew the dangers of the book, but Blackwell… he was blinded by his thirst for power.” She pauses, her gaze distant as she relives the memories. “He stole the book from your mother, using trickery and deceit. He began practicing dark magic, performing forbidden rituals that even the most powerful Wiccans dared not attempt. And then, one day… he cast a spell that went terribly wrong.” Demika leans forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. “What happened?”

“I’ll never use a spell without knowing what it does—I swear—I swear—please—fuck—please!” Lust’s fingers dragged over my lips, his expression twisted with dark joy. “Lesson learned?” he asked, smiling cruelly. “Hmm?” “Yes!” I wailed. “Yes, I swear! I’ll never touch a spellbook again—I’ll do anything—just—please—” Wrath didn’t stop. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back even further, folding me completely, drilling into my cum-dripping hole with brutal force. My whole body was shaking—slick, raw, wrecked. And they loved it.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

Maverick pushed her legs widely, head staring at the ceiling as he moaned hard. “I’m fucking cumming, damn!” I moved to widen Alicent’s legs even more for him. “Cum inside her. You see this pussy? This is ours. Cum inside her and I swear you would taste heaven.” My words triggered something in Maverick that his thrusts became even harder and faster. One last push and he screamed his lungs out, indicating that he had spilled his semen inside Alicent. “Fuck you, bitch. Your pussy is amazing.” He was still thrusting slowly before he took his cock out.

She slowly got up with trembling legs as I had stopped when she was just a few seconds away from having an orgasm. “Sit down” I said to Vivian and she quickly got on my lap. Her white shirt was already off and her big fair boobs and her hardened pink nipples were exposed. These two beautiful mountains have filled my imaginations and dreams for the past few months. I slowly buried my head in the valley between the two mountains and ran my tongue along it. “Ahhhmmm” she moaned as I pinched one of her nipples while my face was still buried in between her boobs. “Eat her pussy” I commanded Camila and she quickly got in between her legs and buried her mouth in her wet pussy.

Alex deliberately lingered looking at her chest. “They are so pink. Just like down there.” That comment made Aria even more embarrassed. She tried to pull her shirt from Alex's hands and cover her naked body. But failed. Alex instead pressed himself closer and now began to watch her boobs closely, leveling his face with her chest. “And so delicious..” He said that before starting to lick her breasts, her nipples, and suck them to his heart's content. "Hmmm..." Aria bit her lip, but she still moaned when the warm tongue touched her sensitive nipple.

N/B: This is a different book. A standalone in the Wickedly universe. It's been months since Freya Adams died. Everyone thinks it's an accident, but Allison Adams knows better. Freya was her sister, and they were close. So, so close. When the Adams family tries to get Allison to marry Paul Debarcio in Freya's place, Allison is scared and tries to escape. Paul killed Freya, and he would kill her too, because she knows too much about his crimes.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

“This is so goddamn wrong. My little stepsister is taking my cock like a slut on the kitchen counter where Mom makes breakfast.” His dirty words only made me wetter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” I begged. “Please.” He gave it to me. Rough, raw strokes that made my breasts bounce. He watched them, then leaned in to suck on my nipples again while he fucked me senseless. I came a second time, harder than the first, clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through me. Jake didn’t slow down. He flipped me over suddenly, bending me across the island so my chest pressed against the cool marble. My feet barely touched the floor. He kicked my legs wider and dr

“You have any idea how pathetic that is?” Thom grabbed my wrist suddenly, gripping hard enough to almost hurt. “And yet,” he said roughly, “you’re still touching me.” That shut me up fast. Because he was right. My hands tightened on him instead of letting go. Fuck it. I grabbed his jaw roughly and smashed his lips with mine. Knocking air out of him. I bit on his lip, drawing blood while he moaned so loud am pretty sure he scared the animals around us “ You want sissy? I will show you sissy” I grumbles angrily, turning him around and slamming him into the tree again.