Wicked Book Summary Novels & Stories

Elaine cried out as Odette set her eyes upon Isabel with a look of cruel intent. The witch's attention snapped back to the girl she gripped onto so tightly, and with a daring smirk, she shoved the Princess away from her. Elaine caught her balance and managed to keep herself from falling, then she turned back to Odette and even took a small step closer to the wicked woman with the midnight black hair. "I can help you get your sister's soul back, but only if you do not harm anyone here!" She proposed, taking the witch by surprise. "You want to help me?" Odette quizzed in disbelief.

I couldn’t help myself as I was immediately absorbed into the main character’s world. True to his word, it was werewolf erotica. This particular book started with a heated, frantic lovemaking session in a moon-drenched forest to introduce the character’s predicament. Apparently, she’d been caught in her heat by a man who was not her mate. And now, she was pregnant with an illegitimate child.

To everyone else, she was the epitome of success: a stunning, commanding manager of her father’s company, dripping with elegance, the kind of woman others dreamed of becoming. But behind closed doors, her path to power was paved with secret, cum-soaked deals, sucking, fucking, and riding her way to the top, one dirty contract at a time. Older men, their cocks hard for her, their signatures even harder to get without her bending over or dropping to her knees. Her one ironclad rule? Never get caught. So far, giving in to their filthy demands had only propelled her higher, made her father gush with pride over his daughter’s “business genius,” oblivious to the sticky, sweaty fucks that sealed he

“Yes.” “Wow,” she said in equal measure of awe and horror. This book was a deabru spellbook of sorts. It had caused more than its fair share of havoc on her family. The spell that tore her dad’s soul in two, causing him to live a split existence as twins for hundreds of years came from that book. The spell that killed Balric the Betrayer’s son came from the same book and started a spur of murders through him, Mom, and Ian that took almost a hundred werewolf lives cause of it.

"I admit, I'm like that too. I even tend to blame other people. But thank you, I reflected the right away. Just the amount I did wrong and when I return to the company, I will fix my mistakes." Zannie smiled from ear to ear. Little did she know, that Howard's honesty could quickly change her mood. As she said to herself before, she has no intention of getting to know Howard but it looks like she will have a reason to start getting to know him. Because the man in front of her is like a book—a book with a beautiful cover and with its beauty, it's undeniably intriguing to read its content. So, is this a start of a ceasefire between the two of them?

But all that was left was heaping piles of ashes. The pain kept spreading, like every inch of my skin was being ripped apart. “Aaah!” I screamed, falling to my knees. The wind cried out violently, and I could hear trees breaking. The darkness. It was taking over me. Stop fighting it, Evelyn. “Eve!” I heard my name. I needed reality. Just a touch, please, please… PLEASE! The earth I stood on dropped to the ground with force fitting back into where it was before. I couldn’t feel much. It was like I was watching myself slowly disappear, and I couldn’t do much about it. Arms wrapped around me, and I felt a beam of heat hit my face. Slowly, I faded out, the last thing on my mind being three words

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.

Her charges of abduction, battery, and abetment were already serious enough. But what hit the nail on the head was that Mom had tried to kill her own daughter. "Evil Mother Used Black Magic to Kill Her Daughter". "Despicable Witch Stole Luck for Adopted Daughter, Only to Make Her Contract AIDS". "Cruel Mother's True Intentions Revealed in Recording". The internet was filled with news headlines of what had happened. Rage consumed the netizens. "Not even a wild animal would eat their own young! This woman is utterly horrendous!" "Did she use black magic to harm her own flesh and blood? How despicable! She deserves to suffer a horrible death!"

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

He found that Nadya had obeyed his wishes not to leave the house. **** "I've never felt more alive after seeing they die. I think I'm a monster. Not a simple rapist monster." Erwin said to himself in the mirror. That night, Erwin discovered his new identity. He realized that manipulating people to commit suicide, and seeing their brains and blood scattered on the floor was a very beautiful thing for him, it bring a weird pleasures for him. Behind his extremely handsome face, his soul had completely become a monster. Erwin sought even more pleasure through Nadya. He moved her room to a small room in their house's attic.