Wicked Intentions Novels & Stories

A wicked smile curled her lips as a sinister idea took root in her mind. She knew she needed to seize this opportunity, to tarnish William's image irreparably in Tessa's eyes. The thought of their marital bliss turning to ashes brought her twisted satisfaction. Cindy's gaze fell upon the small vial of sleeping pills she had brought with her, a devious spark flickering in her eyes. An idea, dark and cunning, blossomed in her mind like a poisonous flower. She could exploit the situation to her advantage, manipulate the circumstances to weave a narrative of deceit and betrayal. The hotel, with its unsuspecting staff, provided the perfect backdrop for her malevolent plot.

“Three minutes and twenty-eight seconds. That’s how long you watched me, studied every little facial expression and movement I made when I first came to your house to inquire about the room. I could sense it then that you weren’t really after some extra cash because, just like me, you lived in a world different from everyone else, Una. And just like me, it actually discomforts you to connect and co-exist with the rest of the world.” Una blinked at Will’s unsought insight. Could her life be really that similar to his? “And I knew your past had something to do with it.” Will gave her a rueful smile. “Now, if I had introduced the real me to you, the son of a man who murdered women for whoring a

He could practically taste the sweet satisfaction of seeing her face contorted in fear and regret as he exacted his revenge. But amidst the rush of excitement and anticipation, a flicker of doubt crept into Welbeck's mind. Was he really prepared to go through with this? Was revenge truly worth sacrificing everything - his family, his integrity, his humanity? The thought lingered in the back of his mind, a nagging voice of reason that threatened to derail his carefully laid plans.

Wicknace had spent decades bullying and extorting his fellow shifters. I shuddered as I thought of the women buried out in the woods, the victims of their animal nature and loss of human compassion. This was for them. Rocco had taken the trophy he deserved more than anyone. I remembered the poor scared woman from the square, I had no idea it was his mother. No wonder he created this whole crazy scheme with the mafia in the first place. Spitting out Wicknaces throat he immediately came running to me and nuzzled against my neck, checking I was okay.

“Exactly! I heard that you’re pregnant. I’m sure the child in your stomach will also become a scum of society in the future! It’s better to die!” Wicked! In the crowd, several big guys with tattoos had been inciting violent emotions in people right from the start. Tiger tilted his head and spoke into Wynn’s ear, “Madam, those few are taking the lead. I’ll call someone over.” Wynn frowned, but she nodded and said, “Just in case, don’t do anything if you don’t have to.” Tiger nodded and immediately walked aside to dial a number. Just as Tiger walked away... From the crowd, a woman wearing a mask suddenly rushed out. She directly splashed an unknown liquid that she was holding in her hand onto

,she smiled. "This has everything Sebastian on every wolf in the pack and their family. Nico and Ken did all the leg work and I think we did a good job. I added our rogue pack members which are full members as well",I kissed her as I slipped it in my pocket and sat to eat. I needed a few hours of home life before I dove into the traitors I hope there is only the five of them. Once Ava is asleep I head to my home office and plug the memory stick in and start going through every pack member. So far nothing stands out but the whores and Macy. Then it shows a link to Macy and Joker that makes me angry. She helped him create the werewolf meth.

The incandescent enmity that simmered beneath the surface fueled her relentless quest to undermine the authenticity of their connection. Armed with deceptively honeyed words and a veneer of concern, Tracey weaved a tapestry of half-truths and insinuations in her bid to poison Jace's perception of Marvis. Her efforts to plant seeds of doubt within him were executed with malicious intent, each whispered accusation forging shadows of suspicion that clouded Jace's once-clear judgment.

But only I have the sense to decipher that in this godforsaken family. And did she call me wicked? A wicked seduction? Whom did I ever seduce? “I never seduced anyone in my life—you sick, jealous, bitter bitch? It is not my fault, either, that no man has looked your way. You might be the wicked one, and your open wickedness is pushing the men out of your way, don’t you think so?” I shoot back.

The servant whispered words that ascertained both his and mother’s positions, yet the bitterness remained. How could father betray them in this way? How could he be so selfish that he would subject his mother to a marriage of three with unequal love because he would quite obviously favour his so-called mate? How can anyone excuse that? ** The brightness in the room burned Marko’s eyes as he jolted from a bitter dream. His mouth felt dry, and his hand still clenched last night’s glass as a throbbing pain that yielded to nothing danced around his head. Thanks to Ace, his wolf, his office remained trashed at the realisation that rejection would be the only way his fated entanglement would end.

I can see how much pain his eyes are holding, and how miserable he looks right now. "I'm so sorry, Mystic. I really didn't mean any of it. I can't even remember. But Mystic, I have no reason and any intention of killing him. H-he was a good person. H-he... He was... I'm so so so sorry. "He fell on his knees, and I couldn't do anything but let go of the stake. I whimpered in agony, pain arising in my chest by the second. Because I don't know if he's telling the truth, but here I am believing him. I want him to say that he intentionally did it so I can fucking hate him, so that I can fucking kill him but he's doing the opposite and it's killing me!