Wicked Intentions Novels & Stories

Sebastian wickedly licked his lips, savoring her sweet scent and the anticipation that settled in his gut. There was no controlling this, no calm to this wildfire raging through his veins. Despite her little show of illness earlier at the company party, he’d love to believe she was one hundred percent healthy now. Only then would he not feel guilty about the dirty, perverted things he was planning in his head right now. The woman’s cheeks and skin were currently flushed with the same heat that burned in him. That was all the proof he needed that she wanted this too.

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 words had already punctured every layer of skin. The woman spoke again, careful and a little softer, but it wasn’t gentler. “Intent is what matters. Most wolves will tell you it’s moonlight or ancestry, but it’s not. It’s motive. They always say, ‘It just happened, I blacked out, I wasn’t myself,’ but that’s never the full truth. The wolf listens to what you really want, and what you want—well, that’s your problem to fix.” She wiped her hands on the rag again, then just let it drop onto the tray beside Thomas’s arm. A dark bloom started to spread through the cloth, but no one touched it.

“I… I thought you were just…” “Fucking you for the hell of it?” he finished for her, turning his head to meet her eyes again. He gave a slow nod. “Maybe at first, yeah. When I first saw you, I indeed wanted you. Wanted to bury myself in you, use it to help you out. But later…” He sighed, voice dropping. “Later it hit me. I didn’t want to be another guy who used you and left you worse off. It suddenly felt like it after I thought about it for a while. It made me feel… wicked.”

- 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.

Caden Vitaro had always been the guy who rarely show his real emotion. He had learned to wear a mask long before he became a public icon. As much as he wanted to rip out the façade he created to protect, not only himself, but his band members as well, he could not just walk away from it all. Unknowingly, he became a puppet of his own shadow. His own greed and selfishness. Maybe that was the reason why he was getting punished.

I just ignored her and forced myself to sleep. "Jane?" I heard my sister mention my name. "Hmm?" "How about that Waltridge guy?" She added. I woke up but didn't look at his behavior. "I think he likes you." "How did you know? You didn't talk, did you?." That's what Aunt Gisselle told me before my Moving Up. I didn't believe what she said, but when my sister Jace mentioned it again, I was hesitant now. "I just know." "You're just imagining things, Jace. Go find a guy. You're twenty-three."

Each interaction dripped with malice, a twisted tango between broken souls trapped in their personal hells. As I poured drinks with a macabre precision, I wove a web of deceit, engaging in whispered conversations that dripped with malice. The bar became a theatre of wickedness, a place where secrets were exchanged like cursed trinkets, each word laced with a dark, insidious intent. I reveled in the decadence, embracing the darkness that consumed me, for it was in the depths of despair that I sought my redemption.

My father explained, and I wondered why wolves would need drugs. "Why?" I asked, " Why would wolves do this to themselves?" I asked. "To have Alpha like strength, speed, and stamina to help with the uprising." My father explained, and I wondered why the uprising. "All the pack I cleared were in league with this plan. The plan is to take over the human world and rule over them. Why be subjects here when they can be lords?" Marcus explained, and I began to realise my husband wasn't such a bad guy after all. "What is our next course of action?" My father asked Marcus, and Marcus was silent. I could feel he was out of ideas and not knowing what was going on. I had nothing to contribute.

To ensure the privacy of High-Blood deals, the Apex Suite was shielded from the hall’s magical surveillance orbs. The mob acted out of a dark cocktail of motives. Some, blinded by Madison’s lies, truly believed they were punishing a home-wrecker. Others simply loathed the idea of a "Dormant Wolf" holding such power. Most were emboldened by the promise that both the Miller and Lawson Packs would shield them from the consequences.