Wicked Intentions Novels & Stories

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.

The room seemed darker suddenly. Almost breathing. “What exactly are you planning?” I asked carefully. The witch smiled faintly. “To help wounded women reclaim what they lost.” The answer sounded calm. Too calm. But I had already learned that nothing about this woman was simple. I folded my arms slowly. “Grace is emotional, not stupid. She’ll suspect something eventually.” The witch’s expression darkened slightly. “She is already breaking,” she whispered softly. “Wilson’s rejection opened the door for me beautifully.” That made me pause.

no matter how formal and well-spoken others say she is. No one can ever see through the true glint of her eyes and the wicked intentions behind her smile. Hillary grits her teeth. How unfortunate is it to come across another wicked vixen? It was only now she remembers her. Ivee Solomon, a woman with words and elegance they say.

N/B: This is a different book. A standalone in the Wickedly universe. It's been months since Freya Adams died. Everyone thinks it's an accident, but Allison Adams knows better. Freya was her sister, and they were close. So, so close. When the Adams family tries to get Allison to marry Paul Debarcio in Freya's place, Allison is scared and tries to escape. Paul killed Freya, and he would kill her too, because she knows too much about his crimes.

John intentionally added more detail, "Yes, she said it herself. I didn't believe it at first, but the scent on her body is really strong..." William's expression was hard to read, he tried to suppress the anger rising in his heart and asked, "Where are the damned woman and that crippled wolf now?" John saw that William had taken the bait and felt secretly pleased. John pretended to look astonished, concealing the "curse" on Nick, and intentionally said, "William, what do you want to do? Do you know the power of our former leader? Even if he is a disabled gray wolf with declining strength, he must be at least a level 3 wolf. Do you want to mess with him?"

Her heart clenched tight with sorrow at the realization that her dream was a recollection of her past woes. Suddenly, another familiar figure emerged out of the shadows – the late alpha Winston. A sinister expression plastered on his face, reflecting his evil intentions. He raised his weapon, directly aiming it at the mother and her daughter, a malicious chuckle escaped his lips. The feeling of triumph surged through him, delighting in the impending doom.

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.

I maintained a straight expression. "That wire," he began. "In all my years, no one has ever dared try to pull that on me." "I didn't put it there, if that's what you're thinking," I said. "Come on, you're a smart woman," Rory replied. "All those wh*res under your fingertips, I know a thing or two about enjoying power.." Why Rory chose to be a disgusting prick was beyond me. "They're real people, just like you and I, and I know for a fact that they didn't put that wire there," I said darkly.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART