Wicked Intentions Novels & Stories

as i winced internally from he truth jabbing at my heart. "Maybe not consciously. Maybe not with malicious intent but you did. But Matthew, intention doesn't erase impact. You chose Mia over Bianca again and again for four years, you didn't move on, you let your past with mia color the relationship with Bianca, you slept with Bianca thinking she was Mia, because they looked alike, and you were drunk, then when you found out that she was pregnant with your son theo, you married her out of responsibility and to make your son legitimate in the eyes of your people, but you still held on to the fantasy of Mia returning to be by your side. That wasn't accidental. That was deliberate preference ac

All the privileges in the world don’t mean freedom. From the outside, her decision to intern at my place looked reckless. Spoiled rich girl playing pretend in the real world. But up close, it was the only rebellion she could afford. A small, desperate attempt to breathe. “My mom was supposed to introduce me to someone tonight,” she said, her voice thick with disdain. “A person whose name I've already forgotten, which doesn't matter, anyway. It was a setup. She claimed it was just a friendly introduction, but I see through her game.”

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!

They are not cold; I just need something to do. “Are they the ones?” Nodding, I admit, “Yes, I think they are. What about this woman of theirs?” She shakes her head. I often wonder how she knows these gestures when she has never seen them. Then again, there are many things about her that I wonder about. “I wish to meet her. Three winters ago, Viggo went in search of the girl with the split mark. The witch protecting her gave up her life.” “What if the girl is truly dead?”

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

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.

“ I'm sure you know that he is my step-brother,’’ he began. “ but he has never been a brother to me.’’ “ and have you ever been a brother to him?’’ he remains quiet and he looks about me searching my eyes for what I don't know. “ how could you? how are you taking his side?’’ “ there are no sides here, is only about you being honest with me about something you should have told me from the word go. you choose to hide his intestines from me and then you accuse me of treason just because I was seen speaking to him. how should I have known who he was or how much you hate him? he doesn't seem like such a bad person to me. he is kind and he is…’’ “Wicked! Evil! he takes away everything I care about

It was strange to me, all the misconceptions I had about bikers before I came here and met the men and women that made up the Black Aces. My eyes fell on Wicked, Truths big brother. They were so alike and yet so different at the same time. Wicked was huge, wider and taller than his little brother. A great hulk of a man. But good looking with it. There was a scary side to Wicked, but a soft side as well. Especially when it came to the people he cared about. I didn’t know what he thought of me, but at the end of the day, his opinion of me didn’t really matter. Whether he liked me or not didn’t matter. As long as I made his brother happy he would keep his opinion to himself.

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.