Wicked Book Summary Novels & Stories

"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."

Author’s POV Vance’s vision was blurring, his world narrowing down to a single, primal instinct. Hunger—feral and demanding—gnawed at his insides, leaving him blind to everything but the intoxicating scent leading him home. The closer he drew, the more the craving intensified. By the time he spotted her, the air was thick, saturated with the heavy, sweet musk of her arousal. Zelda was barely standing; she hadn't even taken two steps from her door before her thighs clenched instinctively, her body betraying her the moment she felt his presence.

Will turned back to her and said, “Don’t get me wrong, I know I should stay away from you because people like you shouldn’t be with people like me. I know that people like me don’t get the chance to be truly happy, Una. Because people like me get locked up and rot to hell. But for you, just to be with you, Una, I will risk it all.” There was so much pain in Will’s voice, she thought she might just concede and welcome him back in her arms. But the things she read in his journal brought back the hatred she felt. Will killed a lot of people. Will could cry and beg but she wouldn’t really know if it had to do with actual remorse. No, she couldn’t let his state of misery and a promise of complete

she smiled wickedly. A big part of me was glad that pervert was gone, I kept thinking that he got a little more than he deserved. But in the end of the day I figured that he messed up with a wrong girl… and her extremely protective boyfriend. “Karma really is a bitch…” I smiled.

And then she left. I let out a heavy sigh as if I had just escaped from something dangerous. Alone at last, I wandered between the towering shelves, running my fingers along the spines of books that contained centuries of werewolf history and law. As I got to the back of the library, a particular book with a golden cover caught my attention. I read the title which says; The Evolution of Pack Hierarchies in the United States of America. Hmm, this seems interesting. So I reached for it, sliding it carefully from its place. But as I removed the book, I caught a glimpse of a figure through the gap I took the book from.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

he explained. " Miss James and Miss Sanders, are you here against your will and do you want to leave?" " And go where?" Vicky asked him a bit disgusted by him " My family abandoned me. Alpha has cared for me ever since. No Mr Wild, I am not here against my will and yes I know they are all werewolves but I have been treated more kindly here than in the human community." she responded. "And you Miss James?" He said looking at Susan. It was clear that Victoria's response had disappointed him. Susan looked at Patrick before speaking. I secretly hoped they didn't have issues because I remembered the nonsense she spewed about love and being a slave to Ellis.

Absolutely. I’ll keep it fast-paced, emotional, romantic, and natural, with the biker atmosphere and bad-boy/good-girl contrast. Since it’s only ten chapters, I’ll make each chapter actuall Amara had never been somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. At least, not intentionally. She stood at the edge of the abandoned warehouse parking lot, staring at the crowd in front of her and wondering how quickly she could leave without anyone noticing. Probably not quickly. There were motorcycles everywhere.

“This is so goddamn wrong. My little stepsister is taking my cock like a slut on the kitchen counter where Mom makes breakfast.” His dirty words only made me wetter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” I begged. “Please.” He gave it to me. Rough, raw strokes that made my breasts bounce. He watched them, then leaned in to suck on my nipples again while he fucked me senseless. I came a second time, harder than the first, clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through me. Jake didn’t slow down. He flipped me over suddenly, bending me across the island so my chest pressed against the cool marble. My feet barely touched the floor. He kicked my legs wider and dr

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.