Wicked Common Sense Media Novels & Stories

“This is nothing more than a small case. Do you honestly think I’d be that stupid?” “If I were you, I’d be glued to X,” I said, resting my chin in my palm, my voice mock-serious. “There are communities there that can make a tweet go viral in under an hour. It doesn't matter how polished your smear campaign is; you’ll never beat public opinion once it’s set. Especially when the plaintiffs are working-class. People power. Don’t underestimate it.” That’s when Ramon stood, deliberately planting himself in front of me, blocking my view of Dad. “One more round,” he said stiffly. “Then breakfast. I’m hungry.”

I gripped the door handle and turned it slowly, causing that creak sound to escape from its hinges. "Hello!" I shout through out the house. No response. Slience. I went down the stairs and yell again. Still nothing. I went to the kitchen and saw no one. The house was empty. What sick psycho is doing this? What if he could kill me and left my body to rot and stink up this place. Even worst, he could leave a bomb and it just went off and KA-BOOOM! I'm dead. I need to stop watching so much tv. I'm a were wolf, I would have sense that shit by now.

“My sentries informed me that the Sanctuary I personally sealed for Lady Monroe was trespassed upon by scavengers. I was curious to see who lacked the basic honor of the pack. They knew the seal was set, yet they broke it. I never imagined it would be you two. You claim Nixon blood, but you behave like rogues. How could any true member of the High Pack act with such vulgarity?” Victoria’s face drained of color. She and Jennifer exchanged a frantic look before slinking out into the shadows of the corridor. They knew that a public scene in the High Court of Ferelden would invite the prying eyes of the rival packs and lead to a humiliation they couldn't survive. The media of the Northern Territ

But his conscience urges him to continue reading. He picked up the pink sticky note that was folded. 'Thank you for leaving us Sir Howard, you will be missed.' He was even more annoyed by what he read with sarcasm. He took a deep breath before continuing. 'Sir, do you remember when you embarrassed our team just because of a small problem that could be solved? You blamed us for being wrong but the truth is, you got the approval for what we will do. So, you're the culprit! You are pathetic Sir, you do not know how to accept mistakes. You want us to be part of your team but shouldn't the team have a leader? If you're not a leader, you're a boss! Your opinion is the only thing we followed! If I

“Tell me how many witches are living near me and if I am the only one who knew this.” Mrs. Carperly walked toward her, wanting to hold her daughter’s hand but couldn’t do it out of guilt. She said, “Witches tend to live in silence like us but we always make a connection with other witches to keep ourselves alerted by enemies that would harm us. Since our power isn’t one that is powerful, we decide to let your generation in the dark, to protect them. To protect you.” Belle shook her head. She couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t stay any longer hearing their words and finding out more lies that would cause her to lose complete trust in her family.

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.

Devin POV "There seems to be fire on the mountain as a popular business mogul doesn't have what it takes to hold down a place." I read the stupid highlights on the blogs, rendering me a bit worried about what this might mean. For starters, there was a huge difference between finding out that somebody will you had been linked with was currently having run-ins with The wicked Media. Most of them did not have any food sympathy for anybody and all they wanted was to tear you into pieces till you are left with nothing less than sympathy for your opponent.

"Hey, he pulled a gun on me; I shot first. That's how self-defense works, sweetheart." "That's not what really happened." I narrowed my eyes. "Did those cops tell you that?" Sierra leaned back in her seat, her eyes shifted, and she shook her head. "Hmm, no, I just read it...online?" I didn't buy it, but I'll let it pass. For now. "You shouldn't believe what the media says about me; my business is my own." "Well, you're a person of interest, Don," Sierra said, lowering her tone. "Like a news magnet, and only twenty-six? That's kind of impressive."

he muttered darkly. “Not creatures, cretins more like. After all animals are more smarter than that lot” the second noble muttered as he shook his head looking as if he swallowed something bitter. “I don’t know why the king bothers investing such filth?” the third asked coldly. “Probably a publicity stunt” the first one said darkly as she sipped her broth slowly. “After all he is losing some support thanks to the missing girls case” she added lowly. “Still no news?” the third one asked in alarm, to his dismay the lady shook her head.

"Great point. Might as well call it watery ketchup at that point." "Glad we agree on something." He clears his throat. "Favorite TV show." "Parks and Recreation." "How old are you again?" he asks, eyebrows raising. "That show was on TV when I was in college." "I was a very advanced child." "God, don't remind me about how young you are." "Don't like that you're married to a girl ten years your junior? What do they call that, robbing the cradle?" His nose wrinkles with disgust. "If you start calling me daddy, I swear I'll throw you in the water."