Vicious Book 3 Novels & Stories

Lucinda said quickly. Okay, I can do this, just imagine it right? "Sage, I need some help here." I rasped. "Pull from my strength." Sage replied. I could feel her stomping around in my head and it took a lot for me not to wince at the irritation it was causing. It was like a burst of energy shot out of me and my breathing became harsher and faster. "That's it!" Lucinda said, taking a few steps back. I started feeling pain in my hands and I looked down to see what looked like black tar running through my veins. It pushed through my hands to my upper arms. "AHH! OW! Oh fuck this hurts!" I cried out. "Stay strong, you're almost there." Lucinda said. Oh goddess, I feel nothing but pain. Tears pr

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 7: Daddy’s Business Partner** **Chapter 3** Scarlett was losing control of the game. What had started as cold, calculated revenge had become something far more dangerous. Victor wasn’t just a tool anymore. He was a drug. Every time he touched her, fucked her, claimed her, she fell a little deeper. The hatred for her father was still there, burning hot, but it was getting tangled with something much more addictive — real feelings for the man she was supposed to be using.

I needed to do something to balance me once again, but what? Before Luthias could fathom my actions, I raced with vampire speed toward Bartholomew’s small encampment. I was sure I needed more blood to balance my body and, like Luthias said, the pickings were easy there. I’d covered precious little ground before he was upon me. I grunted unceremoniously as he pounced on me with brute strength. My face slammed into the blanket of compost created by fallen leaves and branches that mixed with the dark, soil they nourished. I struggled under his weight with a frenzy I didn’t know I was capable of, but he kept his weight atop me and held my arms fast behind my back for the considerable length of

I will not stop today even if the sky will fall, and the land will collapse. I walk forward and they growl at me but I continue walking. When I reach the bottom stairs a wolf jump on me. But I shift my hands into claws and claw him in his face. I dug his eye, and he falls to the floor groaning. Another jump and I snap his neck. If they can try to hurt me, I also can kill them to protect myself. The other wolf retreats seeing their fellow members die in my hand. Rick can make his army with a rogue.

Can he ignore the attraction he felt for her, feelings that resurfaced after ten years? What will Alyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to the sinful temptations? Read this third book of the Temptation Series to find out!

I feel like I will be getting to the truth much more quickly if it turns out I'm right about this feeling. Ash Pov These last three months have been, for lack of a better word, Hell. My head feels like it is all over the place. Ares spends his time trying to lead as alpha for the pack. Adonis spends his time beating up prisoners. I spend my time researching and pushing people away. I ended up destroying the whole library because of a temper flare. Thankfully, no one was there at the time. Otherwise, I would have killed them, and I know I wouldn't have cared.

" ************** OMG its over AHHHHH.... I really did cry this time. Anyway I love them so much and I will miss them so much. But I am writing another book in this next chapter titled: SISTERS DESIRE, and you guys should really goo check it out. Its a fictional story that involves incest, but it is not an incest only story. It focuses on Harem Lit. All characters involved in sexual activities of any kind are eighteen years or older. None of these events are real, no matter how badly we may want them to be. (Sucks doesn't it) Please rate and comment. Enjoy. and I think its really interesting.

Chapter sixteen POVs: Zariah & Adrian Zariah’s POV The penthouse was too quiet. Zariah stood at the wide windows, Manhattan glittering beneath her like a jeweled serpent. The city pulsed, alive with its own hunger, but her rooms felt like a mausoleum. Damian’s voice still lingered in her mind, clipped and precise, binding her tighter with every calculated word. His grip was velvet, but it suffocated all the same.

Then I proceeded to stomp on his hand, the sound of bones breaking muffled by the sounds of him screaming. I repeated the motion over and over again until his hand was a broken mess. I repeated the same motion for his right hand. When I was done, my nostrils twitched as the putrid smell of urine hovered in the air. “P-please, put me out of my misery,” he pleaded in Italian, on the brink of losing consciousness. I kicked him in the ribs, hard enough it shattered his bones. Having my fill of violence and vengeance, I drove a bullet through his skull, his blood and brain exploding onto the ground.

Victoria asked, her words shocking Nelson, who looked at Martha with a shocked gaze. "You tried to kill me because my birth reminded you of the illegal unethical spell that you guys did. It reminded you of the four lives that you took, right? It reminded you of the pregnant wolf you killed. It reminded you of your greedy self. It reminded you of how self-centered, evil, and cunning witch you were at the time when you killed that wolf. You hated that you became a selfish and evil witch, something you never wanted to. And I was a living reminder of all of it. So, you couldn’t bear the sight of it. Am I right? " Victoria said, standing straight now.