Wicked Hearts Novels & Stories

"All we want is you, bitch!" "Oooh, w-why...?" "You are the baddest, the wiliest, and the ugliest witch of all time! Har har har!" Olga preened when she received the backhanded compliment. She knew that she could convince Ram when he saw Ivana and Brie! They continued the crazy copulating for a while. Ram was unflagging and fervid-filled as always. He was ageless and timeless, too. A true offspring of the devil!

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

Wicked’s voice was silky smooth, a dangerous purr. “I care.” I couldn’t move. “Obviously I care about him Wicked, he was just comforting me. Just being a friend.” “A friend?” Wicked’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “A friend you share saliva with huh? Is that the kind of friends you need?” “What has it got to do with you Wicked? You aren’t my brother.” He ignored me totally. His free hand popping the button of my black jeans. “Is that the kind of friend you need Chelsea? This type of friend? Because this is all you are going to get from this club.” His hand delved downward. Straight into my panties and across my clit.

“Too late for me to be happy? To prove you wrong?” Victor stepped closer, his voice low and filled with suppressed rage. “You think you’re smart, don’t you? You think you can outplay us? Let me tell you something, Sienna—you’ve already lost. You just don’t know it yet.” I forced a smile, ignoring the knot tightening in my chest. “Well, in that case, you’ll love this. You’re both invited to my grand white wedding at St. Matthew’s Church. It’s going to be beautiful. I’ll make sure you have front-row seats.” Without another word, I turned and walked away, my heels clicking against the stone path.

I felt a deep and painful sorrow and a tightness in the chest that would not loosen. One of my go-to songs that resonated with my current situation was "Love is Wicked" by Brick and Lace. I agreed with the singers, wholeheartedly. Love was wicked, indeed. It was so wicked that I thought about all the shit I'd dealt with - the heartbreak, the tears, the sleepless nights. Love was wicked and took me on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, and now I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. Dr. Chandler walked in, and just like me and the nurses in accident and emergency, the patients were smitten, as if under his spell. It was as if the entire room brightened with his presence.

My makeup, our photos… What kind of sick joke is this! Everything is just how we left it that night, aside from the glass on the floor and those pictures. The rest is exactly how it was. And it’s fucking with my head more than a thousand stab wounds could. It’s becoming harder to breathe. The screams and cries from that night hammer against my skull. My heart is squeezed so tight it feels like it’s going to rupture. There’s not one speck of dust to show that seven years have passed. Why am I here? Why does he want to destroy me all over again?

Just enough to loosen them. That’s when they started coming. Men. Polite. Well-dressed. Confident in the way men with money often are. “Dance?” “Can I buy you another?” “Just one song.” I smiled. Declined. Turned away. Andrea leaned close, shouting over the music. “You’re breaking hearts.” “I didn’t ask for them. and dont forget that I am married to Damien” "But he didn't seem to keep the respect for the relationship? He was freely roaming with some other women, Sophia"

Jace is… Jace. “I’ll be careful,” I say instead. Liberty’s inhale is shaky. “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” I whisper. “It isn’t.” But I do it anyway. Larkin Wholesale sits on the edge of town in a squat building that smells like cardboard, diesel, and cold storage. The parking lot is mostly empty, too much space, too few witnesses. I hate it immediately. I keep my keys threaded between my fingers the way Liberty taught me in high school, back when danger was theoretical and we still believed we could outsmart it with metal and bravado.