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There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.

His robes whispered against the marble floor as he paced, each step echoing like the ticking of a clock. “I believe,” he said finally, his voice smooth and haunting, “that we’re the same, you and I.” I felt my chest tighten. “I’m nothing like you.” He stopped, turning to face me fully. The flicker of firelight caught on his grin—cold, knowing, and terrifyingly calm. “That’s what I said,” he murmured. “Once.” The Wicked’s blood-red eyes locked onto mine, unblinking and merciless. “I don’t mean hypothetically when I say we’re the same.”

Seeing the doctor at work, his mind trailed to his bestfriend, Scott. Since Celine was alive, what's the need keeping him in the wicked pit. "Release Scott at once," to ordered and the two guards standing behind him left immediately. The wicked pit is a very dangerous pit, he had heard about how cruel it can be. Since he became an alpha of his pack, he had not had the need to throw anyone inside the wicked pit. He gives lesser punishment to people who disobey his commands. No one had rebelled against him and his reign in the past so he had not had any reason to throw anyone there.

Wisdom kicked him several times. He picks her up and puts her on the bed with her hands in one of his hands, holding them over her head. Beauden opens her robe with his other hand. Wisdom is wiggling and trying to free her hands. Beauden's looking at her breast. "Perfect, the right size. My size. "He licks her nipple. "Stop fighting. I told you, you're mine. I want what's mine. Your body is mine to do with as I please. It's not like you're a virgin."

“Not yet. But we both know it’s only a matter of time before you spread your whore legs and let whoever the lustful creature is to defile you.” “What?” I gasp in disbelief. Did he really just say that to me? “Carmen, Carmen, Carmen,” he says, chiding me like I’m a child. “Drop the innocent act. You should know by now that it doesn’t work on me. I’m not one of those creatures who can resist your wicked charms. I'm immune to your antics.” What on earth is he talking about? What wicked charms? Scratch that, I don’t really want to know.

For the past three months, he has been trying his best to cheer me up in one way or the other. Even with his tight and heavy schedule, he always finds time to visit me two or more times a day. Though we'd kissed numerous times, I make sure not to keep up to that strange and unknown feeling that disturbs me. I returned to the table and sat down on the chair in front of it. I switched on the lamp so I could continue from where I stopped where I was reading. I smiled as my gaze landed on the paragraph where I stopped in such an interesting story. It's a werewolf story titled The Alpha's Revenge written by mystic writes. It's available in Goodnovel alone.

Nick whooped, waving his hands in the air. If anyone outside the club were to see his current behavior, they'd have collapsed in astonishment. David Brown, the well-known bachelor who was gentlemanly and patient. The single bachelor who had almost turned all females in the country to nuns, all claiming to be keeping themselves for him because they knew him to be a Godly person. If only they knew there was a monster behind his gentle facade. Sebastian cursed under his breath as he rose to his feet. Though he had a choice not to move because his friends had no control over him, he also wanted to prove to himself that the words of that daring woman didn't affect him.

He shrugged, still grinning. I looked down in utter shock. "I can't believe I said that." "Well, my eyes are definitely not too bad." "Not the eyes, you asshole," I scoffed. "I can't believe I said you were fucking hot." A wicked grin spread over his face. "Oh, you haven't even heard the good part yet." "What? What did I say?" I asked, my stomach slowly sinking deeper. "Well, it's not really what you said, but what you did." He looked at me through the side of his eye.

Were they afraid of us? Wicked. "Regardless of your skills or arrogance," Sassy said, tone heavy with sarcasm, "the plotting against you has risen to the next level already. Not that I'm really surprised, but honestly." His snort was so loud I had to giggle, my anger fading to annoyance and humor. "Has my name fallen so out of memory they would try something this pathetic and expect it to reap results?" "Well, it did in a way," I said. "They succeeded in making us use our alternative magicks."