Wick Lackadaisy Novels & Stories

“Still nursing that fantasy that sarcasm hides your insecurity?” I turned toward Chloe, just for a flicker, Jessica then blinked. “And Chloe. “What’s the word about a woman who sleeps with titled men while pretending to be everyone’s friend?” Chloe wheezed, visibly. I tilted my head. “Oops. Was that much too sharp for sensibilities of pastel to you?” Jessica narrowed her eyes. You are bitter, clinging even still to some moral high ground that just does not exist. Adrian was never yours.” I laughed. A sharp, elegant laugh.

If there is a flaw in the wax, it is a failure of your messengers, not my bloodline. The sentry’s bark of laughter was jagged. "What are you implying, Omega? That the Lady of the Archive sends trash to her guests just to amuse herself?" A ripple of growls and snickers moved through the gathered wolves. "Impossible," a Duchess of the Southern Vale remarked. "Lady Rachel Simpson is the soul of the Ridge. She would never soil her honor with such games." "She’s trying to scent-mark her own failures on our hostess," another added, baring teeth in a mock snarl.

’ Wanda ask me, when I hear Wanda bark I jump and don’t make it to the other side instead I meet the river, swimming to the other side where Cassidy is inside the castle. I paddle like my life depends on it, seeing I’m near I put my front paws out and start singing my song. I put my right paw out, I put my left paw out, and I shake myself up and above, everybody now, shaking my body to my beat I wiggle, till I can’t jiggle, I wiggle, till I can’t jiggle, I wiggle, till I can’t jiggle, I make a hip hop beat, I think I got a song stuck in my mind now, ‘COSMO MOVE IT!’ Wanda linked me she was mad, Wanda is always mad, jiggle, jiggle, wiggle, wiggle, I got up and ran towards Cassidy.

All she wanted was to dissolve the nominal union as quickly as possible. Vivica’s blood boiled to the point of dizziness at being so completely ignored. She pulled herself together, desperately seeking a way to humiliate the woman in red. She let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh, and she spat, “Brooklyn, do you honestly think you are special? Did your admirer happen to mention that I was the one who rejected our families' marriage alliance? Did Jason tell you about his dead girlfriend? Did he tell you he is still mourning a corpse? I am sorry to burst your bubble. You are nothing but a rebound to him.

Janice smirks and laughs together with her minions, Katara just ignores him. "Do you know her?" Desmond whispered. "No…" She whispered back, Janice saw them whispering to each other. Desmond looked at her from head to toe and continued to eat. "You both look together, both losers. Hahahahahahahahaha." Janice insults, Katara imitates the way she laughs. "Are you mocking me?" "Are you mocking me?" Katara again imitated, she even imitated her high pitched voice also. "Gosh, you're so immature!"

“What?” Adrian’s voice lowered. “I saw someone else in the vineyard.” Sebastian froze. “Who?” Adrian hesitated. Then— “I couldn’t see their face.” Ivy shook her head. “That’s not enough.” Adrian’s eyes met hers. “But I recognized something else.” Sebastian stepped closer. “What?” Adrian’s voice dropped to almost a whisper. “The way they walked.” Silence. Dead silence. Because sometimes— You don’t need to see a face to know who someone is.

And they are required to wear high heels. Aria didn't have high heels, fortunately, Club Paradise management gave her a pair that weren't too high so she will comfortable wearing them. Aria faced the mirror, the dark circles in her eyes had been covered a little with powder. She didn't put makeup on her face because of Aria’s lack of skill in makeup. She smiled at herself, who looked tired. She had to do this. When grandma has finished her treatment and recovered, Aria will stop working here. Because she also wouldn't be able to lie to Grandma continuously, saying that she worked overtime until morning at the florist...

A week at an exclusive resort with real-live wolves shouldn’t be too bad. * * * “Okay, gentlemen. What’s your take on our first month of business? Is Feral Passions going to work, or did I just sink a shitload of money into a stupid idea?” Traker Jakes stared into his mug of draft beer as if it offered up the secrets of the universe. “It’s a great design.” Brad Martin wiped down the polished redwood bar with a damp rag and then threw it into a bin under the sink, but he turned and winked at his buddy.

Jada had become very familiar with the part-time maid and her 14-year-old daughter, Lara, under a month of staying in South Africa. She wouldn't lie, she was enjoying her stay there and she didn't want to leave anytime soon. She was actually considering her husband's offer on moving there but she wouldn't tell him otherwise he would try to emotionally coerce her into it. "Mrs Adrian, ready yet?", Adrian asked once he entered the room, smiling at his wife watching herself in the mirror.

Darian accidentally launched his into the bushes. Solana had shifted back into Serenya, now wrapped in a light blanket and sitting quietly beside Cheyenne, who was tossing popcorn at Gunner like it was a sport. “You did good today,” Cheyenne said, glancing her way. “Miss Wiggles was a hit.” “Do not call her that.” “Oh, it’s too late. I’m getting her a monogrammed saddle.” Serenya chuckled, and something warm filled her chest. Maybe it was the fire. Maybe it was this found-family feeling she didn’t realize she’d needed so badly.