Wicked Beauty Novels & Stories

To make this young man to be one of her adonis, she secretly going so far on even used a Black magic to make everyone believe that they have never been on any near contacts. The Beauty seemed to be dumstruck by the naturalities of this young man, and no one could blame her for that. Yet, every man that fall victim to her lust or just simply greediness of beauty was finally find justice to be Stored inside this Beauty of a woman. On the other hand, the young man that was cool as ever walked through the table near the exit.

In a pack that valued utility, she was a beautiful, useless ornament. Then there was Madison—a woman with a powerful wolf, a sharp tongue, and a bloodline that would satisfy the Elders. She was the logical choice. Avery felt a sudden, crushing urge to vanish into the shadows. But Hudson leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "The music is starting. Dance with me." Avery’s eyes went wide. She looked at him, searching for the joke.

How had she sunk to this level of squalor? The answer emerged from the shadows. An elderly she-wolf with fur as white as bone shuffled past Avery. She was ancient, hunched over, her scent carrying the heavy musk of a failing heart. She gasped for air as she reached the door. Suddenly, the rickety gate creaked. A beautiful, hauntingly thin girl stepped out. She moved with a pronounced limp, her gait uneven and painful. Her hair hung in tangled waves around a face that still held the ghost of her former brilliance.

Detective Elena Cruz didn’t rush. People who rushed usually wanted something. Cruz preferred to let people wonder what she already knew. The lobby of Blackwood Tower gleamed with the sterile perfection of billionaire ambition—white marble floors, chrome fixtures, quiet security guards pretending not to watch everyone who walked through the doors. She paused just inside the entrance and looked up. Forty-two floors. A monument to power. Also, she suspected, a monument to secrets. “Detective Cruz?” A young assistant hurried toward her, slightly out of breath.

Beki nuzzled against our bond. She loved me unconditionally and wasn’t the type of wolf who wanted a better-looking human half, but even she had to admit that life was a thousand times easier with the advantage of beauty. “Wait a minute.” Marianna strode into the room, her hands clenched into fists. “Why does that behemoth get the beautiful a****n and we have to make do with average- looking Neutrals?” “Miss Aibek requires a body that can handle her immense power.”

His tongue flicks against the side of one of my breasts, then the other. "Does it taste better this time?" I ask breathlessly. He chuckles against my skin. "The best wine I've ever tasted. In fact, I think I'd like a little more." He grabs the bottle and tilts it over my body, sending another thin stream of liquid down my chest. The wine is silvery in the moonlight, and my skin, still slightly tanned from my time in Thailand, looks frosty gold. Ward is like something out of a myth - but not one of the coldly perfect gods. No, he's one of the rugged, warm-blooded humans that tempts the stone-hearted goddesses down from the mountain. The hero that slays some three-headed beast before taking hi

She's sitting straight ahead, like a wicked. "I don't know what love at first sight is, as it did not happen to me before. But I admit, I was attracted to Beauty when I first saw her. It was like all the living organisms in my system came back alive after a decade," I wickedly smiled at Laura ahead, and she smirked. Beauty then squeezes my hand. "No. I'm just kidding," I cleared my throat and smiled sweetly at my darling Beauty. The crowd laughs. "No. I'm not," I corrected. "I kissed Beauty that night, too," I wickedly smiled, and the crowds gasped. They all started to make a noise, and the reporters were like robots typing as fast as they could, posting the latest headline.

Wyatt I sat with Brianna for a while, the shadow of Beau disappearing down the hall a ways. Fingers trailing through her hair, a heady exhale releasing from her. I soaked in the beauty of her ultimate resignation, of the pain, fear, anger, and betrayal handed to me like a sacrifice. All of her faces were breathtaking, this one however was the most at peace and I wanted to watch her dance with that peace and writhe within that sinful ecstasy with weightless transcendent abandon.

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.

Amaya walked slowly and quietly behind the mean looking lady. She didn't have a single smile on her somehow wrinkled face,and she walked with the gait of an angry man. They kept walking and taking bends,until they arrived at another different building in the villa. This one was quite smaller compared to the mansion, but was far more luxurious. Everything screamed wealth and power. The guards at the gate stood professionally and at alert, with their guns at the ready. "Where was this mean looking woman taking her to?" Amaya wondered,but kept following like a lamb being led to be slaughtered.