Wicked Deeds On A Winter's Night Novels & Stories

Night had approached. The loudness of the day had finally vanished, all that was left was silence. The air was calm. It's roaring had faded. For the witches and every creature that creeped in the town of Lakewood, it was exciting. Because in the night, that is where their evil deeds were hidden. That is where the darkness gained it's strength and made the innocent souls to tremble. For Jessica Winslow, it was the opportunity to be naughty with magic. Jess

Hakkon and Aslaugh Apollo’s Wolves - Murder, cold, written like fingernails that splintered off under weirwood, through fairy stones, see witch's mark. Only a deal with the Devil speaks truth. Death's gall she wrote, death's sword she spoke. And the haints were close, and the bells closed in, and that wicked pianoman with his smuggler's fingers plinked out a melody like a shatterglass rain of pain. Wicked is she who writes, wicked is she who speaks. He would have her tongue cut out and mouth sewn with filth.

the bearded elder cut in, his tone noticeably more careful than before. “Yes, this story about vampires and ghouls is far-fetched. No undead creature has set foot in our town for hundreds of years,” added a balding elder with a strained smile. “And that is only thanks to the witch Persia Hallow and her protective seals. Which, may I remind everyone in this room, three of those seals have already been broken—thanks to your negligence.” Another voice rang through the hall. A fresh wave of gasps swept across the room. Some of the elders drew in sharp breaths at the sting of those words.

I then open a portal and we go through. The Winter Wards freeze the entire room so we can look for the door “there!” the Beta says then shatters the door, we all run through and the woman Nika is there hidden and curled up in a corner, her pups lay in a glass encasement, looking as though they’re sleeping, but I can see the bruises around their necks and arms from where she strangled, murdered her own pups. “Grab her!” the Winter Wards take hold of her and the other searches around the room for the relic, they turn the room upside down, I glance into the case where the pups are, “I think it’s in the case, right there!”

"We'd leave, but sadly after taking the painting. Although I'd strongly advise against it, I dare you to try stopping us if you can." "Fine," and she made towards them, with both of her fists clenched beside her. "Cripple her." He ordered. The less busy two with readied pistols sent bullets at her legs and watched as the projectiles bounced off her skin without penetration. "She's a wolf. Kill her!" he ordered as he and the busy robber joined in raining shots on a still-approaching Winter.

N/B: This is a different book. A standalone in the Wickedly universe. It's been months since Freya Adams died. Everyone thinks it's an accident, but Allison Adams knows better. Freya was her sister, and they were close. So, so close. When the Adams family tries to get Allison to marry Paul Debarcio in Freya's place, Allison is scared and tries to escape. Paul killed Freya, and he would kill her too, because she knows too much about his crimes.

Whatever doubts she had about the pleasures of being with a man, she reckoned she had to shut them from her mind as Will’s hand slowly slid around her waist and then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down, taking her and their relationship to another level. Una knew she was ready. Unbelievably, she was finally ready. * * * Snow continued to fall gently from the gloomy skies—silently and softly settling over everything—when Will lifted his eyes open the next morning. He could already see the white pile outside through the glass walls of his garden. He used to swear at the snow, used to hate winter, and used to swear at the cold. But that partic

~Noah~ The pulsating beats echoed through the dimly lit house as Winter unleashed a side of herself I never knew existed. Winter, typically serene and composed, became a force on the dance floor, moving with a magnetic energy that left me both captivated and intrigued. It was a revelation – Winter on the wild side.

“Winter heard the commotion when passing by downstairs. What I do now is nothing more than repaying the debt I owe her.” “That wasn’t a coincidence,” Loran stepped closer. His eyes narrowed. “That night Alaric’s plan was so well-executed that even I and the guards didn’t see it. But Winter went straight to your chambers, she knew they were coming.” My mind flashed back to what Winter had confessed; she felt a pull urging her toward me when I was in danger. “Something about her is off,” Loran continued. “I feel-" The low growl rumbling from my chest cut him off instantly.

Addison let out a long sigh. “Winter, do you understand how reckless, dangerous, and potentially life-threatening your actions were?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir?” Mr. St James stepped forward. “Winter, you entered a contract with someone who you know has it out for you. You know this. Did you really think he wasn’t going to play dirty? Winter, you shouldn’t have won. You would have been destroying three peoples lives! Your life, your fated mates life, and his fated mates life!”