Tricksters Book Novels & Stories

It was a successful hunt. As we made our way back, they insist that I shouldn't carry anything, so I went ahead of them, occasionally stopping to pick wild mushrooms. After walking a good distance, I sat down and waved my arrow back and forth. Suddenly, I heard a cracking sound coming from behind the bushes. I parted the grass and discovered three dirty-white eggs. Oh? Aren't these pit viper eggs? What a treasure! Unfortunately, I accidentally broke one. “ Eh? What kind of eggs are these?” Eldest Brother asked.

“Maybe I don’t have as much experience at saving my people as a royal prick like you, but I’m a Wolve Winner — the last of my kind — and I’ll protect my pack and the supernatural world.” Mischief nodded. “I rather think that you will.” Then he plunged to the next bookcase, which wobbled dangerously. “How did Siobhanny sabotage us? Let’s see,” Mischief’s feathers bristled, as he counted out the ways on his fingers, “books disappearing, bookcases attempting to squash me, sudden floods…” “That time all my pencils danced the tango, when writing Mischief Stinks,” Anthony offered. I snorted with laughter, as much at Mischief’s sniff of disdain, as at Siobhanny’s antics. I’d have loved to have seen

I was still trembling, my whole body shaking into a frenzy. Knowing that I'd gotten into bed with some shady, disgusting bastards, and this whole organization was bigger than just Lazarus and his friend Rhys. I didn't know how many other people could possibly be involved... And I couldn't risk crossing them. “I'll do whatever you say,” I whispered mournfully, admitting defeat. “Good,” Lazarus remarked. And without another word, he turned on his heel, and made his way out of the back of the truck, back to the front.

My girlfriend loves to test my love for her. After the college entrance exam results were released, she, who usually scored over 1450 in mock exams, told me she did not do well and only got 1070. She asked if I would be willing to repeat a year and retake the exam with her. I agreed, even though I had a perfect score. However, when school started, I found out that she actually scored 1540 and had already received her acceptance letter to MIT.

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.

I call out, twisting to face each edge of darkness. "Cheated? I wasn't made aware of the rules of your game." He curses. "You look so sexy." I swallow hard as the skin behind my ears pulls tight. I press my thighs together and take a minute step back, moving toward the bookcase. I'm hyper-aware of my nakedness, of the warm, bright light showcasing every inch of me. My nipples ache, and my breasts grow heavy. "Are you going to tell me what you read in your illegal sex book?"

“What is your deal? Why are you so involved in this book? What are you hiding? Because I know you are hiding something.” “Even if I am, it had nothing do with you.” He let out a chuckle and backed away from her. “Well, now it is. Because you’re not getting your hands on this book until you tell me what the problem is.” After that, no matter how much she tried to talk to him Ace ignored Gwen and kept the book to himself. She was not sure if he kept it in his room or in some other secure place but Gwen knew that she had to find the book.

I stared down at the assembly of wolves, their eyes wide with the predatory hunger I had once been foolish enough to mistake for kinship. "You're a scavenger, Xender," Tristan Blackmoor hissed, his hand clamped around my wrist with enough pressure to crush bone. "You stole from Tricia. You stole from this pack. Do you think we don't know what you are?" I didn't flinch. I twisted my arm, the movement fluid and predatory, and shrugged him off. I didn't care about the bruises forming on my skin. I cared about the truth.

“This is crazy. We’re going home. This was a mistake.” Marcus looked disappointed but didn’t argue in front of her. Lora just smiled knowingly and gave him her number. Back in our suite, I paced angrily. “Are you serious? You just casually invited a stranger to fuck us on the first night? After five years of marriage?” Marcus watched me calmly from the bed. “We talked about this, Cindy. The psychologist said exploring could help. You agreed to try.” “I didn’t agree to this!” I snapped. “Not so fast. Not with some dancer you met at a bar an hour ago.”