Wicked Book Online Novels & Stories

“Dusk is here with a healer and an Alpha, yes? You can handle it. Any threat that enters this pack will regret it.” I blinked at the book in his hands. “Dad… what are you even reading?” He held up the cover. “A novel. ‘THE ALPHA’S REKINDLED BOND.’ Apparently, it’s about an Alpha who dumped his Omega mate, went crazy, and then magic brought her back as an Alpha who wants revenge. Idiot.” I stared at him. “Are you serious right now?” “Oh, yes. And guess what? Your mother forced me to read this nonsense. The author—some enchantress named Muleba Makukula, who writes about wolves and territories as if she knows anything. A bunch of she-wolves adore her stories. Absolute garbage.”

If she wanted a divorce in the future, I would give it to her but if she didn't, I wouldn't care either way. Those were my thoughts, but Fake Lizzy is a masterpiece all on her own. She in fact was able to render me speechless all over again. I wanted to applaud her this time when she brought me a book of spring night(Porn Magazine) to relief myself. I was dumbstruck at first; the images in the book were so vivid it was as if the women painted there would come to life the very next moment. For a second, I thought it was some kind of magical book for it looked very real and obscene. I was staggered to find out that my little wife had such a book in her possession.

By ten, I’m tucked into Harper’s bed with my wine, a bowl of pasta I already regret finishing, and a book I found in her nightstand. It’s called Wrecked by You. Harper. Reading this? I thought she was into Brontë. The cover has a shirtless guy with a jawline that could slice diamonds and a girl biting her lip like it’s a sport. I snort. But then I start reading. It’s filth. Straight-up, unapologetic, pornographic filth. And it's good. I mean, like... good good. The heroine is a smart-mouthed bookshop owner. The hero is a grumpy CEO with a dark past. And when they get stuck in an elevator together?

The Wicked roared in my skull, clawing at my mind. Take him. Bind him. Kill him. “STOP!” I shouted, voice splitting. “Charlie, stop—please—don’t—” But he kept moving. Even as the ground cracked beneath me. Even as flames spiraled around my arms. Even as my veins darkened, crawling up my neck, reaching toward my face. Even as the Wicked swelled within me, hungry, powerful, unstoppable. He reached me anyway. He grabbed my face between his shaking hands. And for a split second—just one, fragile heartbeat—the world went quiet.

"You're gonna get super wet. Like, down there..." She must have pointed at Casey's panties. There was a silence for a moment. "Really? Why?" Casey said in a shocked whisper. "Because sucking dick is amazingly hot. I nearly soaked my panties right through with Austin. And I shined my tickles like five times when I got home. I just couldn't stop. I wanted more. I wanted everything! If Debbie hadn't been there, I probably would have let him fuck me. I was fucking humming down there. Everything was all thick and swollen and tingly and hot and ready for, well, you know."

“What, you mean, Abigail cannot…” “Yes. She sacrificed her womb to save the life of Zita, whose real name is Elizabeth. She thought she was doing the right thing, not knowing that Elizabeth had her under a spell all the while. Elizabeth is evil. She can manipulate anyone and can create a false illusion making you believe what she wants you to believe. That was what she did to me. She made me abandoned my lover and made me believe that she was the one I had been with.” “But there must be a way,” Vera bit her lips.

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

“If it is just once, can’t you accompany me?” “No,” flatly Edith refused. “I don’t feel comfortable there either way. Rather than that, let’s have you study this first.” Lady Edith pulled the chair for her to sat on before dumping a pile of thick seven-hundred-pages book in front of her. “This are the books to introductory to witchcraft and I— my dearest student— want you to study this all!” She chirped happily. Belle blinked at the pages that covered her face. She couldn’t even see the top of the pile, “You’re kidding.”

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.