Wicked Book Summary Novels & Stories

She sat on the bed and cross her legs. "You must really love her, huh? The ruthless Alpha has finally found his mate." She smiled. "I'll help you. It seems that her scent is bounded under a witches spell." She said. "And what does that mean?" I asked as I was confuse to what she was saying. "That her kidnapper knew what they were doing. You can smell it for a brief time, but then it vanishes. But its not enough for you to track it." She explained. Now everything was making perfect sense now.

“Before Blackwood Global?” “Yes.” She leaned slightly against the counter, listening now. Really listening. “It’s where he made his first real deal,” Sebastian added. “The one that built everything after.” Ivy tilted her head. “So it matters to him.” “No,” Sebastian said quietly. “It defines him.” That Was a Problem Because men like Victor Blackwood didn’t just hold onto places. They buried things in them. “Then that’s where the file is,” Ivy said. Sebastian didn’t argue. But he didn’t look convinced either. “That’s where he’d keep something important,” he said.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

They say love is stronger than lust. But Niu believed otherwise. Love might be powerful, sure—but the pull of raw desire? That was even stronger. Still, maybe it depends on the person. When someone cheats, they know the risks. They know they’re about to hurt someone they love. But the thrill? The rush? It’s so intoxicating that it’s almost impossible to resist. Once you give in, it becomes easier to do it again… until you’re hooked. Niu had always loved Leanne—for as long as he could remember. But the night he saw Kate dancing wildly on the floor, temptation hit him so hard that he forgot about everything—his feelings for Leanne, his vows to Claire, even his marriage itself.

I shouldn’t welcome his advances but my body seemed to have a mind on its own. I started removing my clothes while on the stairwell, which left Jacob speechless, and then I aggressively removed his belt. When I reached for his bulging package but I was already kneeling on the floor, eager to please him with my mouth. Did he cast a spell on me? He was not a witch but it seemed he has cast a spell on me. Then, he went into full-on rage mode and yanked my hair. I was so excited to hear Jacob talk dirty to me as I continued to serve him with my mouth.

“I on the other hand found Jane in the basement of our house. We couldn’t find her anywhere and that when I realized that the only place we didn’t look was down there. She was laying there in her own puddle of blood, white as snow and in pain. The doctor says that Jane is lucky, if I came 30 minutes later she wouldn’t survived it. HOW NOAH? HOW can you be so stupid by having sex with Scarlett while Jane is across from your room. You really didn’t think she wouldn’t hear you or something. I bet she did and that’s the reason she rejected you.” Levi was now pasting around the room and now and then looking furious at me. Now I understand what Marcus meant with me fucking up everything with Jane.

He had been afraid of losing her before he truly had her. She turned away, looking instead at the weathered books scattered across the table as she steadied her breathing. “The beast,” she said at last. “What did it actually do to your bloodline?” The warmth faded from Draevor’s expression, and for a long moment Halrem thought he would refuse to answer again. Instead, he silently reached for another ancient volume and carefully opened it to a page marked with a faded black ribbon. Painted across the brittle parchment was a towering creature emerging from twisted black roots. Massive antlers crowned its head, while shadows clung to its body like living smoke.

The past few decades, Selene has tried so desperately to ensnare my attention, weaving schemes with the patience of a spider. But fortunately, my wolf had no intentions of wanting to lay with her again, not after what she did. The memory of it still curdles my blood, a cold fury that even sixty-three years hasn’t thawed. She tried to forcefully conceive my child by drugging me with vervain during what I had foolishly believed was a moment of short pleasure.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I never knew there was a rule that said not being nice to strangers; well, you remind me of my little sister that died in front of my eyes on the night I was sold off." I saw a hint of sadness, pain, and agony in her eyes before she brushed it off. "Sorry about that," I whispered, feeling pity for her loss. "For what? Oh c'mon! I have gotten over it. "Now time for your first lesson, baby girl." She clapped her hands in excitement. She picked up the book she brought that had been placed on the floor before opening it. It had the title "The Art of Seduction." I creased my eyebrows, wondering what these people wanted to instill in me.

The library is dark—lit only by the moon, with books piled on the floors as opposed to shelves. The scent of dust mixed with books floods my mind with memories of my days here, of how I would run from the world to hide here, in books, where maids working under the queen would find me and spill mop water on me. There was none I could run to; mother never reacted well to news regarding the queen, so I set some books on fire and blamed them to get back at them. They were fired, but more replaced them…and the cycle continued. Being a ‘gold diggers’ daughter is one thing; claiming to be without a wolf and being the homewrecking gold digger’s daughter is another.