Wicked Intentions Novels & Stories

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!

A fresh photo pops right up onto the display, showing my young, stupid self taking a thick envelope of pack resources from that creepy old rogue woman winters ago. Another text line blinks right below the dark image: "Your greedy hands took the resources and sold your fertile wolf body to a stranger. Then your belly got pregnant with cubs out of nowhere. Does your heart not want to know exactly which dominant alpha male fucked your skin and fathered your twin pups that night?" My skin starts shaking so bad I can barely hold the plastic, a huge wave of dirty sickness filling my stomach. My thumbs slam the keys to send a fast reply: "Who are you? What is your sick purpose? How do your eyes kno

I stomped my right foot hard on the ground, feeling my skin bubble through the fire. Yield the wickedness. --the Moon Goddess chose you?! I stumbled. Sebastian’s words echoed in my head. He didn’t want me there. Xavier hadn’t wanted me. YIELD THE WICKEDNESS! Ajax hadn’t wanted me. Elena hadn’t wanted me. With a choke, I yielded. Yes, my Queen. Yield it all. It tore me apart. My limbs went first, then my eyes, then my nose, then my lips. The heat consumed me, and I smiled through the pain.

I swallowed my suddenly parched throat as my wolf howled inside my head wildly, just as my brain grappled to find clarity in the situation. Someone had intentionally spiked our drinks with the sex drugs and I knew that whoever was behind this had something nasty planned out in their mind. But who? Who would do it? If Tawin hadn't shoved us both in this room and shut the door, I would've thought we had taken the drinks meant for someone else instead. But this was intended just for us.

The confession stung a little but I consoled myself and said it's because of his anger that he said such. "People like you have a special place in hell, I tell you" he said looking at me angrily. "People like me" I scoffed. "People like me own empires in hell" I uttered in confidence. " You are wicked , pure evil" he shouted in frustration. "Thank you" I responded sarcastically.

Was this some sort of cage? He hastily put a hand over my mouth, ordering me to shut up. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. The audio kept rolling. “Dane Wright. A beast. An unconfirmed sadist. A crazy psychopath. A numb, depraved bastard. He gives, but he takes, and he takes in a thousand folds. He's never fair. He never stops once he begins, and he can't tell any rights from wrongs once he gets pushed to his limits and acts before the right time. If you're here, it's because you're his new fixation, and he will only leave you ruined by the time he's done with you. He must've warned you, but you never listened. Ask him where his previous partners are.”

Doctor Wicked said, taking a bottle of tequila and a glass cup. “He is almost mad- just 1% of sanity left in him,” Lord Lucifer chuckled. “The 1% of sanity is doing wonders,” Doctor Wicked said, drinking his glass of tequila. “No wonder the other continents are seeing the wickedness of the Asian boss, Lucifer West Pecaminoso…”Doctor wicked hailed. Doctor Wickeeeed, I’m not satisfied… People aren’t scared of me enough. Other huge clans in other continents are overtaking me. Very soon my respect will fade,” Lord Lucifer said in panic.

The mere thought of their demise elicits a wicked smile from Sasha's lips, as she relishes the prospect of their suffering. Driven by her twisted vendetta, Sasha meticulously orchestrates each step of the nefarious plot, ensuring that every detail aligns with her malevolent desires. She enlists a network of dark allies, carefully selecting those who share her malefic intent, ready to assist in the execution of her gruesome plan. Under the cloak of darkness, Sasha sets her wicked plan into motion. Her heart pounds with anticipation as she envisions the carnage that awaits. She is a predator on the prowl, stalking her unsuspecting prey with a merciless resolve.

For them to get closer. Just close enough—To make the next move hurt. The idea lingered between them, heavier than anything else they’d uncovered so far. Sebastian exhaled slowly, like he was trying to force logic back into something that refused to stay contained. “If that’s true,” he said, “then we’re not tracking a system.” “No,” Ivy replied. “We’re tracking intent.” Her eyes flicked back to the screen, but she wasn’t seeing the data anymore. She was seeing patterns. Movement. Choice.