Wicked Liars Novels & Stories

- 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.

Could she ask to fire him immediately? Leon’s eyes narrowed as he watched her as though knowing what ran across her mind. She coughed, clearing her throat and smiled, “Yes, I think he does fit the description for the work. I hope you can be welcomed here, Mr. Wickedhem.” “There is no need for the formality, milady. You can call me as Leon,” said the demon smoothly, too smoothly to come across as charming even. “Also, as long as you are glad to accept me, I will make myself a home here.”

‘We… we are here for your pleasure sir. “Pause it,” came Nathaniel’s voice. Sighing, then directing his head towards Sebastian, he asked, “What do they intend to get with this nonsense?” “My guess will be to have accuse you of molesting young girls or being into human trafficking.” Nathaniel nodded and said no more. Chloe watched as he covered his face with his hands and let out a low groan. She could tell he was trying to keep his cool. “This is just crazy,” Amir added. “What I don’t get is how the voice was made to be so much like Nathaniel’s.”

She then spoke with such a loud voice that could probably be heard by a whole auditorium. “Eyes here everyone! You see these two people over here…” Wisdom called the attention of all people and pointed at the two people in front of her with her index finger. “This man is my ex-husband, and this pregnant woman over here is my husband’s mistress before we were divorced. The day my house was on fire, which was also the day of the anniversary of our still-born daughter, was the day that he spend her time with his mistress—playing with her pussy and blowing my husband’s cock. I am telling you this so that you’ll keep an eye on your girlfriends, wives, husbands, and boyfriends that these two will

Before anyone could answer, two smaller voices cut through the hush. “W.I.L.D.,” Kael piped up, his tiny fists clenched with the seriousness only a child could summon. Everyone turned, eyes darting to the twins where they stood next to their Auntie E. Liora stood up straighter, her curls bouncing as she declared, “It means We Inspire Love Daily.” Her little voice trembled with passion, but it struck truer than any weapon. “Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.”

"That's not what I asked. Did you break in? Yes or no." "Yes." "Did you steal documents?" "I copied them." "Did you seduce his wife?" Nickey looked at Trina again. "It wasn't like that." "Just answer the question. Did you seduce her?" "Yes." "So you're a thief. A liar. And an adulterer. And you want this jury to trust you?" "I'm telling the truth about Michael." "Are you? Or are you just a bitter man looking for someone to blame for your family's death?"

I tilted my head slightly, allowing the corners of my lips to twitch, not quite into a smirk but close enough to provoke her. Should I? The unspoken question danced between us, daring her to reach for answers she didn’t want. She stumbled through her pain with surprising strength, announcing that she was the woman Lucian had slept with the night before. The honesty in her voice, the rawness of that confession, almost pulled a laugh from me. Because the irony was richer than the scotch in my hand. My flawless, careful, golden brother—the perfect heir to the Voss empire—had unknowingly tossed his little scandal into my lap. She had come here, broken and desperate, pouring her soul into the wro

Her words are like a luxurious fragrance: sharp, expensive, and subtly suffocating. Then there’s Rachel, Andrew’s wife. A former opera singer whose current personality consists of one phrase “Irene said”. Rachel is not a threat; she's just a bit robotic. Then, Sarah. She’s Liam’s wife and also my former high school tormentor. She used to bully scholarship students for wearing knockoffs. Now she does it in Louboutins, with a fancy last name. I still don’t understand what my third brother sees in her. Maybe he has a fetish for cruelty wrapped in beige cashmere.

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.