Wicked Liars Novels & Stories

she asked, still pretending, still playing the victim. “You wanna keep playing this game, huh?” I laughed bitterly. “This is old and way too much, Misha. At this point I expected you and your mother to have stopped scheming. I thought reality must have hit you so hard that you’d finally learned your lesson. But it seems scheming runs in your blood. Being wicked and thoughtless is woven into your veins. I’m even sure your mother might not even be entirely sick—she could be pretending too. You’re both unbelievable liars, manipulative snakes who only know how to poison everything they touch.”

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.”

“I sent you a picture. A wolf is blackmailing one of the councilmen. It looks bad and punishment will take place but we have a lot of major things going on right now. It is a rogue trying to find a place in the world but he is losing his sanity. He has raped and killed before and has blackmailed people in the past. Even with a trial, he will get out with a slap on his wrist.” “Got it. I’ll see the email tomorrow?” I asked and got a nod in return. That was all the details I needed. Opening the door to my room, I heard the song “Lick” by Joi playing in the room. There were two girls in matching red fishnet lingerie on my bed. They were twins with brown hair to their waist with an athletic buil

She didn't even question Howard and simply left him without denying his allegations. "Zannie, haven't you seen the unit that Jacob belongs to before? They were about to perform a dance number. My goodness, that's the essence of their dance. Imagine, even though they are busy ensuring the safety of their countrymen, they have prepared a number for everyone's entertainment! I think you should watch that!" Lucille's excited opening when she enters the room where she is now. What Zannie’s friend was referring to was the dance number of Jacob and his fellow members as a mini celebration of their victory in the fight against terrorism. Now that Trias is finally free from danger, the soldiers and v

“You want to dance around the truth, fine. But this game of yours it ends soon. I’m getting closer.” “To what?” he asked, voice dropping. “To me? Or to the truth?” Damn him. He leaned forward. “You’re chasing ghosts. You think I’m the big bad wolf, but I’m not the one you should be afraid of.” “You are the one I should be afraid of,” I whispered, hating the truth in the words. “You make people disappear. You lie with a smile. You kiss like you mean it, then walk away like it meant nothing.”

He said I was a rotten liar, but it was Rylan who lied! "Today, Dad chased me out of my room and made me live in the stairwell. The stairwell is so dark and cold. I'm so scared, but I'm also afraid Dad will get even angrier if I say anything. Will Dad stop being mad if I keep being a good boy? Will he stop blaming me?" …

He was behaving like a real prick. Pierce and him still had their issues but everything was going okay with the pack. When I'm at the gym knocking the shit out of the punching bag everyday, I hear the other werewolves saying what a good job he's been doing and how he should run the pack instead of Pierce, that was a low blow, I just glared at them and that shut them up instantly. The girls couldn't stop drooling over his God of a body and I wanted to snap their necks but I had to control my wolf.

Signaling he had it's support. "A lie will always be a lie A truth no matter how hidden Will always be a truth How can you escape such a cruel fantasy? For one will always awaken to the truth" Uther's blood ran cold as he heard a female's voice echo in his ears. Without warning, a low cold cruel laugh entered their ears. Soon it started to get louder until Uther placed a hand to his face while his shoulders shook violently. "One will always awaken to the truth?" Uther asked in a humorous tone, not moving his hands away from his face.

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.

“What’s my name?!” They shook in fear. I could hear their harsh breathing, the thumping of their hearts. I couldn’t control it anymore. I wasn’t even rolling it and the fire kept getting bigger. I heard screams. I loved them. Harsh, terrifying laughter bubbled up my throat. With all my strength, I pushed it in their direction. My knees buckled under the force. I could feel the energy leave my body, and it left with a scream. My eyes burned harder. “It’s Eve.” I said, when the fire was centimeters from them. “It’s Wicked Eve.”