Wicked Beauty Novels & Stories

I try to move, but I'm stuck, reminded that I'm only just an observer. A woman steps gracefully out from the surrounding shadows. The woman from all my previous, agonizing visions. Her face is no longer half-rotten or decayed. It’s entirely, exquisitely beautiful now, hauntingly so. A chilling beauty that feels fundamentally wrong, like a smooth, perfect mask stretched deliberately over something ugly and cruel.

"No more questions, Beauty, I'm not here to be inquired." "Fine, but one last question, please?" She begged through her eyes. "Fine," "What are you planning on doing with her? As in, of course, you can't kill her so what will you do?" She asked, something naughty appearing in her eyes. Beauty wasn't just a bartender, she was also a female pimp that pimped girls out to male wolves. "Why?" "I was just thinking-" "No,beauty, she's not a whore." "Oh, crap," she pouted at my reply.

He liked women who were bold in their beauty, especially those with a hint of wildness, a trait common among werewolves. He whispered to his assistant, "Make sure you get her contact details later. She might be a valuable addition to our pack's social circle." The assistant nodded eagerly, "Understood." Isabella walked with graceful steps, her body swaying like the wind, her hips sending out a deadly allure. Her werewolf grace was on full display, a natural ability to command attention. Her beauty was dazzling and sensual, yet without being vulgar. For some reason, her radiant charm also carried a hint of purity, a contradiction that intrigued those around her.

That is the evil witches story. Like Stella’s mother and her grandmother, she was gifted with the evil witches beauty. But her beauty is far prettier than any of the other evil witches. She is the most beautiful woman among them all. Even in the human world she is undeniably desirable. Stella’s mother hid her with the magic she got from pleasuring her father. Through the years of being her father’s mistress, Stella’s mother have enough magic to create a shield for her daughter. Making her plain looking.

“We all keep to our opposite sides of the woods. We made a pact to stay away from each other.” “Why this forest, though? There are forests everywhere you look in this place.” "This is private property. We have free rein. Everywhere else is open to hikers and hunters. Not ideal. And besides, it's the original Deadwoods. Magic mixed with wolf blood seeped into the soil. That's why you'll turn here for the first time, and no place else." That's why she felt that pull last month. It felt as if something inside her recognized something in the woods.

It sat with remarkable calm despite the growing circle of staring servants, occasionally flicking its ears as if deeply unimpressed by southern civilization. A black card hung from the collar and Halrem took it. `For the Wicked One Who Does Not Fear Teeth. He bites only when ignored too long. — D.K.‘ There was a full second of silence. Then Halrem closed her eyes. Selene, against all wisdom, whispered, “It is adorable.” Halrem turned her head making Selene corrected her words immediately, “Monstrous. Entirely monstrous.”

She had to go to the bar almost immediately after, and she waited till Andrew was gone, before she stepped out of the house again, and ran towards the bar. Alpha Zane took a sip of the bear, then squinted his eyes. It was bland compared to the heavy alcohol he was used to, and he shook his head a little distastefully and lowered the cup. He had gotten the job at Royalville. The only thing he had to do now was to find her. She didn't seem too far, however. He could smell her if he concentrated hard enough. Like rose. And lilies, and sometimes a little bit of spice.

it gives off is intoxicating, I had never perceived something like this at least not in the flowers of the tents, feel the humidity of the dew left on them the night before. The weather is cold comparison of where she lived that without a doubt that the nights can become icy at high. Get up early; having such a perfect and unprotected garden is undoubtedly a work of art. A noise behind her scares her, forced to turn to see that it is hers and to her surprise it is a cute puppy, "to dog" she thinks, but when she brings her hands closer and the little one approaches she can notice that she is not like that, a black wolf cub is the one who comes close to her hands and allows her to caress.

I thought out loud. “Then what could she have been?” “A witch and a werewolf?” I offered, “But not like the ugly beasts. What if she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen?” “She might have made him see what she wanted him to see.” “Not if she was as innocent -” my voice drifted off into an incoherent mumble and I closed my heavy eyelids. ~*~

everywhere it felt good, she responded with moans, moans I wanted to listen to over and over again. She moaned louder when I pulled away to look down at her and her breathing became unsteady and ragged. My wolf howled with satisfaction, she looked beautiful at that moment, so fucking beautiful. I could swear that wasn't me, this girl had done some sort of sorcery to a part of my brain. It was the only reasonable explanation I could give. She was a witch. What sort a sorcery was that? A addictive little witch