Wicked Hearts Novels & Stories

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.

She whispered, a sly smile spreading across her face. As she exhaled heavily, she dropped her arms and walked into her daughter's room next door. "I'm a greedy woman with determination that surpasses that of a wounded woman. You hurt me with words, and I'll retaliate. I'm an avenger of my hurt feelings, a half-killed snake with venom more deadly than a whole one,"

Katara is looking at the Duke with a serious face, he really blames her for her daughter's disappearance. She doesn't know his intention for kidnapping her, but she knows it's not good. She's starting to regret saying to the mistress to follow her heart because she really did, really sometimes we don't really need to follow our hearts but because the mistress's heart is with her lover she flees with him. Grrr!

"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!

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.

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.