Novel & Cerita Wicked Hearts

Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers through his silky black hair. “It’s true what they say about the Drakos’ women.”

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.

"Bullshit. I'm not twelve, Sierra. I'm giving you one more chance." So much for trying. My head dipped low, and I drew a shaky breath as I lifted it up. "I'm sorry." Scarlett's brows rose, and for a split second her mouth opened; she clearly didn't believe me. "I thought you were better. You know the rules; the Vixens are exclusive. We do not sleep with customers, not even if they're VIPs." Lifting my head up, I protested. "It was one kiss; I've not been sleeping with Dante."

Controlled chaos. A van rolled past, headlights washing the warehouse in sterile white light. In that momentary glare, the cracks in the bricks showed, the boarded windows rattled, and the faint smear of blood at the edge of the doorframe caught the rider’s attention. They revved the engine once—sharp, decisive.

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. —————————————————————————————————

It seemed he was a few cards short of a deck. “What, are you dissatisfied?” Withered Valentine was not angry but started to show off instead. “Listen up. I’m known as Withered Valentine. I only have two favorites: women and hearts! So far...” Withered Valentine arrogantly began to brag. “I’ve toyed with 999 women, and I’ve also eaten... 888 fresh hearts. You’ll be the 889th!” His small triangular eyes were fixed on Andrius’ heart, bursting with a greedy and sinister light. He could not help but flick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips.

Sadly, some things are just meant to fall ~Dystopia ~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~ ~Arc 2 ~ Atonement - Deception can only (exist) last for so long

The reason she was kind, friendly, a lovely woman, an ideal wife, and the perfect mother was only if they knew what happened behind the door of the McCoy mansion, I would bet all my money they would throw up on my late mother's beautiful ugly face. My father didn’t even know about her affairs. The way he loved her, he trusted her with his life, business, money, and, most importantly, with his foolish heart. That woman perfectly scratched his heart so badly that he lost his mental stability after discovering the series of her affairs. “I don’t like talking about this,” I answer. “If you hate women this much, then can I say you don’t like your sisters too? You have two, right? Viola McCoy is t

Could she ask to fire him immediately? Leon’s eyes narrowed as he watched her as though knowing what ran across her mind. She coughed, clearing her throat and smiled, “Yes, I think he does fit the description for the work. I hope you can be welcomed here, Mr. Wickedhem.” “There is no need for the formality, milady. You can call me as Leon,” said the demon smoothly, too smoothly to come across as charming even. “Also, as long as you are glad to accept me, I will make myself a home here.”

- There would be detailed graphic scenes of abuse, sexual assault and other highly disturbing scenes. Do NOT read if you are triggered by- -Violence -Sexual abuse -Dark Manipulation -Mental Abuse -Physical Abuse -Blood -Gore -Mistreatment -Degradation I’m giving all the warnings beforehand, this book is not for faint hearts. It is extremely dark and disturbing! Meant for those who want to push their limits on the dark side. Hope you have a good read.