Novel & Cerita Wicked Intentions

"Not just that, I hear she's doing the same thing on Marita, Xavier's head girl." "Dario, you bring me good news, you deserve a reward in kind." She blew a kiss at me. "This is even better than I would have expected. We can very much indeed, fan the flames without direct involvement." "I couldn't agree more. This is excellent." I paused to think it through, when I looked at her again, I saw something I couldn't quite figure out. Couldn't tell if it was admiration or lust. "Simultaneously, let's initiate a disinformation campaign to create mistrust in Xavier's leadership, making the populace question his ability to rule."

I can see the hurt in her eyes, and I quickly shake my head as I pull her over to the bed and sit on the edge, pulling her between my legs to stand in front of me. "No. Several months ago, I was out with my friends, and this woman started clinging to me. I kept pushing her off me because both I and my wolf found her disgusting. The next morning, I woke up with her in my bed, but I had no memory of how she got there. She said we had sex, but I didn't believe her. Neither did my wolf. About a month later, she showed up and said she was pregnant and the pup was mine. I thought I was going to have to mark her because I didn't want my pup growing up in a broken home. With the pups being taken fro

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

“Hmm. Yeah. I’m going to tell you something else, and it’ll probably upset you, but I need to be honest with you.” “Okay…” “Credits are also awarded for bringing slaves into the club for… entertainment.” Fia’s heart stopped beating. It wasn’t actual slavery. It wasn’t really prostitution. But it felt like it. She didn’t know how to feel. It was wrong. It was evil. But her pussy was suddenly sopping wet again, which was strange happening so quickly after they had just had sex. It felt like being a slave and she loved it.

She did not take her eyes off him the entire time, she was seated there alongside him. “Huh!” I gasped thinking for a while about her intentions. Impure. Impure. Impure. Yes. Yes. Yes. Impure. Intentions – Her intentions were extremely impure; I could feel them. I darted a sly sideways glance at her and then fixed it on her again.

I took out the phone from my pocket and looked at it for a while and then decided to keep it in her room once she goes to sleep because I knew she would ask me a lot of questions and I didn’t want to answer them. At exactly 12:30 am in the night, I got out of my room and walked over to hers with her phone in my hand. As I entered inside, I saw her sleeping peacefully on the bed and then I looked at the food on the coffee table from which she had eaten a little. I walked forward and quietly placed her phone by her side when I noticed some strands of her hair on her face and I kept looking at her for a while. She looked at peace and the guilt rose up again. Something was happening there to me

I get that you want to take your anger and frustration out on someone, but you are playing with fire girl, and you need to tread lightly, or you will get burned. “Respect your old man and learn to deal with Amelia Taurine no longer belonging to you.” Ele hisses, raising her hand once again, and she slaps Wicked across the face for a second time. “You fucking psychotic bitch!” Wicked sneers in a murderous tone, touching his cheek. Ele brazenly raises her hand for a third time and as she drives it forward, Wicked catches it, wrapping his fingers around her wrist like a band of fire. “I dare you to fucking slap me again, Eleni Drakos.”

And the darker the sin, the sweeter the taste. I wanted to corrupt her. That was my kink. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to be the reason she couldn't look at a normal man without being bored. I wanted to drag her down into the mud with me, just this once.

Another smile. Was I winning her heart? "Tyler Skyler is a hard man to please. Three women who had the best of skills had to leave due to his stubborn nature. Are you aware of what you're getting into?" "I....." "And who's this?" A deep voice interrupted. I looked up to meet the eyes I once saw, dark and fierce, touch of fury embedded in them eyes and his body thrust in a wheelchair. Tyler Skyler.

I had watched him fall, piece by piece, until he was a shadow of the man who used to carry me on his shoulders and call me his “little architect.” That building was built on secrets. On betrayal. On money and lies and games played in dark rooms by men who wore smiles like masks. And now, someone—one of those monsters—was trying to use Roman the same way. Trying to use my child as a pawn in whatever game they were playing. And I would not allow that. Not now. Not ever.