Wicked Age Rating Novels & Stories

She always had the worst timing. “Mimi..it’s time". Elyon said. She stopped short when she saw the movie. "What…are you watching?". She looked like she'd swallowed a bitter pill and maybe she had. Her five year old daughter was watching a movie meant for adults and even she as an adult didn't watch the movie. She knew she should've put in the code to restrict some channels from showing these kinds of traumatic things. Fiona was a very interesting movie which was loved by everyone in the country and internationally but it was eighty percent rated eighteen so she didn't bother watching it all because of said daughter.

Glory opened her mouth to speak but Rick cut her off “In a another 20 years you can do and say anything you want but for now keep your mouth shut and go to your room and get ready” Glory rammed past Jake and headed into her room to get dressed, and that left Jake with a question about what Rick meant. Of course Rick had been reading Jake's mind when he was thinking this and told him to follow him. Rick and Jake headed to the fourth floor which up until this moment Jake didn't know even existed. Once they got up the last flight of stairs there wasn't a hallway. Just a large black metal door with a old padlock on it. Rick forced Jake to turn around while he put the code in. Once he was down J

CHAPTER 20 REJECTED 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! “Well it was okay, I could do everything I wanted since Nicholas never restrained me, as long as he could make sure that I was fine and safe, then we would have no problems about it.”

A gulped in a lungful of air, feeling myself out of breath, just by looking at the troubled pair of eyes that were staring right through my soul. ——— Hello, My Sugars! Let’s have a little talk about this book. Please do not skip! Warning : This book is extremely dark. - Don't read further if you cannot handle abuse and violence. It is strictly 18+, I would prefer 21+ for some chapters. - This is NOT a romance book. Its for people who enjoy pushing their limits. This book will contain abuse, violence, dark manipulation, sexual assault, etc. - There would be detailed graphic scenes of abuse, sexual assault and other highly disturbing scenes.

We still stayed at a decent distance from one another, since Azak was afraid to get too close because I was still underage. Luckily for Genevieve, she didn't have that issue. Werewolves were considered adults at the age of 17, whereas us fae tended to lean more towards the human ideals, believing that one didn't come of age until 18. Genevieve would be 17 and legal in a few short days, so she would be able to mate with her fated mate. I however still had another 3 months to go before the fae would consider me legal and crown me queen. It was crazy to think about, how Genevieve would be made queen before I would even though she was almost a full year younger than me.

From the hilltop I watch the sky impatiently, can't wait for the time when Eclipse Moon's pack run starts. Meg, my mate! I have to find her scent among the hundreds of raging werewolves, and I bet you I will. She is like a fresh sea of flowers, with the magnolia standing out. But there is something else about her scent that makes me wary. It looks like my mate is not yet of age, she is under twenty-one. I chuckle, knowing exactly what is going on. My intense desire for her has added a stronger element to my scent, one that she cannot ignore despite her young age. In any case, she must already be eighteen, which is the minimum age for a wolf to detect his mate. We can't mark each other yet

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”

Skye whispered in her ear causing her to smirk slyly at him, placing her lips to his ear she continued to smirk in a devious manner. “Two years, you have to wait two years since we’re not of age yet” Anberine replied as she whispered lowly near his ear, earning her a low disappointed groan from the upset prince. Hearing this, she chuckled lightly at how childish he was being. “You’re lucky I’m allowing you to kiss me” Anberine commented as he hugged her form which continued to straddle him. “I really was a stupid degenerate, I can’t believe how much of an ass I was to you back then” Skye muttered lowly, hearing his words Anberine’s eyes twinkled in glee as he berated himself, finally admitti

A glimpse of the young man’s perfectly sculpted body, brooding gaze, and the large thing between his legs that pointed in her direction returned her into the void of her carnal cage, stunning her again. Yet, Duncan’s intimidation did not faze any of the three individuals, as their expressions became more aggressive and menacing. “Back off, kid, we got here first.” The oldest among them growled, puffing out his chest in retaliation. “Don’t try me.” Duncan scoffs, eyelids twitching in annoyance. “We ain’t playing around here.” The youngest, who was about their age, crouched on all fours. His canines poked out of his mouth along with his face twisting and stretching.

Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?” Marcus tilted his head. “Victor Blackwood isn’t exactly a fragile grandfather.” That part was true. Victor had built Blackwood Global from nothing. People in the industry used words like ruthless and untouchable when they spoke about him. Still— Murdering Julian? Sebastian finally turned away from the screen. “That footage could be edited.” Marcus nodded calmly. “It could.” “And if it is,” Sebastian said, “you’re a dead man for showing it to me.” Marcus didn’t look intimidated.