Wicked Fans Novels & Stories

Sophia’s fans erupted, flooding the live comments with extreme accusations like: “Shadow rigged the votes!” “The production team is corrupt!” A large group even stormed Scarlett’s personal T*****r to hurl insults at her. Given Scarlett’s “prior record,” these fans felt emboldened, dragging up her past controversies and unleashing a torrent of arrogant, frenzied abuse. Shadow’s fan base had dwindled after a previous T*****r incident, but some loyal supporters still rushed to defend her. Unfortunately, Sophia’s overwhelming numbers—bolstered by disgruntled haters from the last unsatisfactory outcome—drowned out Shadow’s fans completely.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

For the first time in years, the small council of Silent Ridge peak has once again has come together, as the recent incident has incited another grave concern for everyone living there. All of them gathered a few meters from where the supposed victim was resting, wanting to see for themselves the severity of the situation they were facing. Included among the older congregation were the young Lucas and Duncan, standing as representatives of their respective packs. “It’s witchcraft. She is the same as her aunt!” A mustached elder hissed, eyes widening after having seen the female’s state.

"The scent doesn't lie, Charlotte. I came here to drag this stray out by her throat. She thinks she can bewitch my Alpha and claim my throne? I’ll strip her of her dignity before the whole territory. We’ve hunted together before; trust my instincts. Whether you join the cull or watch from the sidelines is your choice." Invigorated by her own malice, Madison activated her scrying-orb to begin a live-stream. She had recently carved out a reputation as a "Lunar Influencer" among the lesser packs, and within sixty seconds, tens of thousands of wolves tuned in. The header of her stream was bloodthirsty: “Exposing the Omega harlot trying to steal the Lawson bloodline. Watch her crumble!” Even thos

Then a soft wind swept through the cracks in the window, carrying with it the faintest whisper—low, cold, and unmistakably real. Carter… I stiffened. My blood ran cold. Charlie turned toward me, brow furrowed. “What is it?” “Nothing,” I lied, forcing a shaky breath as the whisper faded into the night. “Just the wind.” But deep down, I knew better. The Wicked wasn’t gone. He was waiting. And somehow… he knew my name. —————————————————————————————————

The lack of response was a psychological tightening of the leash, leaving her adrift in her own thoughts. To occupy her mind and soothe the persistent, pulsing ache of her fresh piercings, Fia went back to the exclusive creator network. She logged into the profile she had set up under the name Bianca Burton Her breath hitched. The profile was no longer *Pending Review*. George had approved it, but he had added a final header to the top of the page in bold, unyielding font: Available for curated placement and private entertainment. Terms upon inquiry.

Vance sucked in a deep breath of air before scrambling off the mat and into the locker room, his friends following close behind. “That was the hottest thing I have seen in my life.” Of course Sora would think that. Although, he wasn't wrong. That genuinely was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen a man do for me—or anyone else. I nodded in agreement, Liz doing the same before turning to me and looking me up and down. I knew there were a couple of things she could ask, some worse than others. Her personal favorite was the worst. “Why the hell did he only let go as soon as you nodded?”

I was piss as fuck! And I still didn't feel satisfied about that fucker either, I wanted to make sure he was dead. I grabbed Scarlett hand and yank her through the crowd. Everyone was staring but I didn't give two fucks what they think. Nobody puts their filthy hands on my mate apart from me. Or else they will suffer the consequences. I pulled her from the club to the car. She yelled, cursed and even scratch me with her nails but I still didn't let her go.

Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in. “Hey, Maddie! Back for another round already?!” A buff, naked stud with a thick, veiny monster cock that had plowed her senseless more times than she could count walked over, his cock swinging amid the haze of smoke and moans. Maddie smirked, eyeing his meat. “You know I can’t stay away.” Fernand squinted at her, smirking. “Girl, are you ever satisfied?” Maddison tilted her head with a smile. “You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.”

I could feel my powers coming back, but I knew deep inside me that it was only a tiny fraction of what I could do. Especially with the darkness in me. She gulped hard and settled back on the table. “Are… are you Aguya?” Her voice was tiny. “No, I’m way worse, darling.” I chuckled a bit. “I’m Eve. Wicked Eve.” As pale as a sheet, her skin whitened. “You-you’re Wicked Eve?” “Yes, yes I am. Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. But I need your help.” “B-But Wicked Eve is… she’s so powerful! There’s no way you’re her!” She said defiantly.