Wicked Deeds On A Winter's Night Novels & Stories

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…

A faint, buried memory stirs,too dark, too tangled to name. “You died,” the Winter King continues gently. “And your mother made a… bargain.” My knees go weak. “What… bargain?” My voice is dust. Ruby steps back, tries to shield me again—but the Winter King raises one hand. The wind obeys him. It slams into Ruby like a physical force, hurling him across the snow. He hits a tree with a sickening thud and collapses. “Ruby!” I scream. He doesn’t move. The Winter King steps toward me. Each step leaves frost blooming in the snow.

As she continued, her eyes landed on the man who's besides her. She saw the crown prince leaning on the wall in the window, he's holding a book that in seconds will fall to the ground and he's sleeping. She removed the comforter on her and gently moved her feet out of the bed. She notices that she's wearing a white sleeping dress, it's not a big deal who changes her clothes because she knows that Deimos will never do that. She stood up carefully not to wake Deimos up and get the books he's holding. She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen.

" what the heck " Winter stares at the unconscious girl on the ground not knowing what to do. he doesn't even know why there was a girl in the bathroom either way. he had just assumed it was one of those occasions where some guys dressed up like women. some of them did that to lure out victims or to go on a killing spree, it wasn't exactly something he hadn't witnessed before. his brother Dylan was a good fan of that. because Dylan had feminine features he might decide to wear female clothes on some occasions to sneak into the nurse's office unnoticed. he was having an affair with the coach's wife. so winter had earlier assumed that this was one of Dylan's friends, but now that he took a clo

The witnesses moved slowly through the garden, their faces flushed, their hands leaving prints on the stone bench where the moisture condensed and evaporated in slow cycles. Morwen had stopped sleeping on the stone bench. The heat was too much, even for her, and the watcher's attention, usually a comfort, had become almost suffocating. She spent her nights in the dormitory, lying awake, listening to the pulse of the gold flowers through the window. Winter came to her room one night, barefoot, her nightdress white against the dark. "The watcher is grieving," Winter said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Morwen sat up. "What do you mean?"

On his bed was seated Winter, her legs crossed. "The prince finally walks in." Winter mumbled softly staring straight at Negan as he walked in. "What are you doing here?" He asked, standing in front of her. "What does it look like I've come to do, dear prince Negan?" Winter asked, smiling casually. "I don't know. You tell me." Negan replied, and folded his arms. "You know, you can deceive anyone else around you, but not me. You and I know that you're not as nice as you seem to appear."

I hissed. Was the woman blind? Or just ignorant to these things? "Relax Jaxton. He won't pick up her scent. I consult with the witches to give me a portion to block her scent and mine. She won't be found, at least not for now." She smoothly says, as looked down at her nails. "Make no mistake Jaxton, I will get Julian to be mine and forever."

, so why should I? Hans was still asleep, with his arm lodged deep in my bosom. Silently, I disconnected him from my body and crept towards the lake to watch my reflection under the bright moon. Removing Hans' robe slowly, I observed the marks he had left on my naked body. I had very fair skin, snow-white by definition, which went very well with my name, Winter. My skin got bruised easily, which Hans knew. I didn’t understand what he stood to gain by leaving these marks. Didn’t he know that I was fond of revealing outfits? Or was he trying to prove something to Charley?

My mind flashed back to the moments leading up to her death—the cold earth, the grave we’d dug for her, the loss. It wasn’t just her body that had been buried. It was her spirit, her mind, everything. The dark magic that had trapped her in that grave had left its mark, and it was clear now: Winter had spent days—or even longer—trapped in that coffin, clawing her way out, fighting for her life. The numbers she kept repeating weren’t just a sign of her fractured mind—they were the time she had spent trapped, buried, fighting for air.

“Not for long. I’m a witch. I’m going get that undone. We can do the same for you too. Besides, you come from a powerful line of witches. You deserve someone just as powerful as you. I do too. Not a werewolf.” “I already slept with Roman,” said Nora, “and I want to be with Roman. Winter, where did you take me?” She glanced around, and realized she was in the entry way of a large mansion. It was painted entirely black, with a large staircase. The house had the same kind of energy that The Emerald had. It was filled with magic. Strong magic, that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Winter smiled at her. “Merrick’s mansion. He’s the one that you should really be with. You’ve been pr