Wicked Age Rating Novels & Stories

' I so hate that word! I hate these ranks and statuses. Whoever came up with them must have been biased or kidding! Just because these people are a rank higher than me, they think that they have the liberty to beat me up and treat me as their slave? This is so bad and unacceptable. I hate all of them with every ounce of strength in me! I'm considered an Omega because everyone else's wolves have already shown up at around sixteen, seventeen and eighteen while I'm already twenty one years old and without a wolf. Her, ones wolf is supposed to show up before the age of eighteen where one will definitely meet his or her mate.

WRONG NEIGHBOR TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "MIA'S POV" I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.

“I’m sorry but yes. You need care and if your arm is bad enough that Angela is trying to restrict what you do then, similar to how I have forced Damian I will force you.” “You can’t do that. I’m an adult at nineteen.” “No ma’am. You are considered an adult in the manner that you can join the warrior program and travel to other packs in search of your mate but you can be forced into the hospital and receive care until you turn twenty-one.” “I don’t understand. Eighteen is adulthood.” “Not for werewolves. There is a grey area created mainly for those who are orphaned or choose to go rogue.” “You would force me to undergo surgery.”

I knew she would like it too. ‘I haven’t turned 20 yet’ she softly whispered. ‘what?’ I looked at her. She wasn’t 20. Shit, why dint I check her age. Werewolves couldn’t be marked before 20 even if they find their mate on their 18th birthday. If they do, then they can no longer be each other’s mate. It was a way to let the men control their lust and sexual desire for women, to learn patience and endurance.

Me and Mayari’s eighteenth birthday. Eighteen was the age when witches and wizards entered immortality. Before a witch or wizard turned eighteen, they were as vulnerable as any human. They may die of disease or a serious accident. But even if they become immortal, they will continue to age, until their body reaches its full maturity. And then the aging process will stop. Their body will forever remain in that state. Forever young, never aging. But that's not all, once a witch becomes eighteen, her magic will reach its full potential. And that's what scares me the most.

A long silence followed after that but it was eventually broken by Hyperion when he couldn't keep his curiosity at bay. "Hey," he called. "What now? I do not want another round with you, you bastard. You should let your sugar baby rest." Hyperion held the bridge of his nose. For some reason, hearing her say sugar daddy or sugar baby just sends him to the edge of mixed emotions. The last time she made a joke about that just made him feel the worst embarrassment he had ever encountered. And most of all, she was making him feel like he was an older man taking advantage of a young girl even though he knew that he was just five years older than her.

"Who says I thought about anything? Maybe I'm into p**n." "In that case, you can share your favorite videos." I blush slightly at the thought of him seeing the p**n I'm into. "Okay, thoughts it is. And if you don't?" "I'll tell you what I thought about." Based on the way he's looking at me right now, I'm pretty sure I know. God, is it sick that I like it? I mean, it's inappropriate and crazy, sure. But Scar's hot as hell, even if he is like ten years older than me and not my type at all.

she said. “What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him. “I’m only twenty-one, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.” He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or ability. Witches were known for being thousands of years old but not looking a day over twenty-five.

CHAPTER 1 LICENTIOUS RAKE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Slowly, I faded out, the last thing on my mind being three words. Welcome to wickedness.