Wicked Minds Novels & Stories

‘Guess there is no way they would recognize me like this, right? Holding the wig on her hands, there she saw a trashcan that is not made up of plastic. Throwing the wig inside it, she pour a bit of alcohol she got nearby and lit it up with the fire flakes she had with her. It was a advanced type of matches that would create a small fire when it was brushed together. But the form of it is like a paper. “Is she… Crazy?” Left stunned by what she just witnessed, luckily the fire is not big and it soon disappeared as fast as the train passing by. There is no wig to be seen in the same place where Mira throws it. all that was left was nothing but a small piece of plastic and some trash.

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”

Edwin snarled, peering angrily into Greg's eyes. Edwin clutched his head, falling to his knees and panting heavily. He groaned in pain, Greg was breaking his mind. Anxiety clouded his scent as he tried to fight the Mind Break. It was awful, overwhelming even. I winced as sparks of excruciating pain flowed throughout my body. Edwin let out a scream, catching the attention of the wolves in the hall. The old Witch sent Greg away, she knew the repercussions of people finding out about Greg's Mind Break.

While the news guy kept talking about a heart-eating vampire on the loose, the girls looked at each other. "That isn't weird at all that the man went crazy right after saying everything he saw, totally usual", Belle said sarcastically. "It's staged, I mean these lowlife bastards would do anything to earn attention or scare innocent naive people. And then, next thing you know, a lockdown is called in London. It has happened many times before", she switched the channel to find another reporter casting the same news but in the hospital where the man who'd been taken with the gurney earlier laid resting.

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.

There were rumors that he stayed at home all day and constantly sanitized himself. Thomas even seemed to have developed OCD now. He'd check his mouth and skin in the mirror every day, fearing that any symptoms might appear. It was during this chaotic period of time that I calmly packed what I needed for my university studies. I'd even rented a place outside. I knew very well that Mom was a cruel woman. She wouldn't let me go off and study so easily. Sure enough, things turned out as I'd expected. Several nights later, I was dragged into a van after leaving the library. Someone swiftly knocked me unconscious in the vehicle.

I waved my hand, signaling the manager to leave us alone. As the men entered, they locked eyes with Betsy and me and smiled faintly. I felt a chill run down my spine. Something was not right. My heart skipped a beat. “Mom, what do you think?” “They’re handsome, but... I don’t know, something about their faces seems familiar.” One of the men took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me. The familiar scent of cedarwood filled the air, making my heart skip a beat. “Are you satisfied yet?”

“I thought he was just…sick…” Aria whispered to her husband beside her. They had now arrived at a mental hospital in the city. Aria stared at the man sitting across them with frown eyebrows. He seemed to be sorting and checking imaginary documents in front of him. “Hmm… this is okay, it could be our project for next year…” He muttered seriously, opening the invisible pages in his hands. “This is also good, but it needs improvement. I also need to know how much the budget is…” He continued, still with a serious expression.

The second question she asked DA- Why doesn't she remember anything? He answered - Because someone has messed with your memory. A wolf with some special power and control can do it. It may be because it was your enemy or the second reason can be if it wanted to protect you. Rebecca got another fragment of her memory back after it, she saw herself with a man, the whisper of mate resonated in her ears, she was in the forest. But his face was not visible to her... Can he be my mate? But why will he do it with me? Do I even have a mate? What is going on? There were thousands of questions in her head. The third question was, can she go back to her pack? And if there is any rivalry between the two

His mind was spinning with guilt, shame… and dark, forbidden desire. He knew he should kick Ethan out tomorrow. But deep down, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.