Wicked Minds Novels & Stories

I asked. "It's not out," Mrs Wolfe repliled. "But he's sure it won't show anything. He said you're fine and it's very likely that this is psychological. The symptoms resemble withdrawals. You know. Like addiction stuff?" "I'm not an alcoholic, Mrs Wolfe," I drawled. "One can be addicted to many other things, Richie," she remarked. "He wants us to prepare to see a mind doctor. A psychiatrist. As the humans call them." "Mother, have you ever seen a crazy person with a fever? Don't answer that. Doctor Rollo might be a quack. I'll tell Alpha Nick."

Conscire in which he simply complied, and he was handcuffed unopposed. “Your name will be Tango,” Dr. Conscire started. “Tango for what?” Praxis asked unusually calm in this circumstance. He thought he was exhausted, but he knew there was no change in his energy. It was still filled the same. He did not know what the sedatives did to his brain but it suddenly slowed down that he thought he was barely functioning. “You are the twentieth of all that we have experimented this year,” remarked Dr. Conscire. “And you are yet the only one who had woken up amongst all them.”

She could feel a hot liquid from her nose. The person who owns the mind is in a room. This room was a bit strange because there were so many colored curtains. She saw Tristan and Brent there with their mother. 'You're a rookie, Miss, but I won't let you disturb my mind. ' Tristan, Brent, and even their mother were shocked as the opposite woman suddenly cried with pain. Then she fainted. *****

The memory was beginning to fade as I tightened my grip around my mate's mind, the thought of giving Cian a migraine occurred to me in a split moment and yet I needed the information that only he could provide, the thought of entering another wolves mind this deeply sickened me. The faced from around him became a blur as he focused on my unconscious body within his arms, the presence from around us seemed to double as judgmental eyes filled their nonexistent faces.

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

Bored. This was not a safe situation for someone like me. Bad things happen when I'm bored. I have a tendency to dabble in hostile takeovers when I need something to get my adrenaline going. Or I'll go out and pick up three women and introduce them to each other in the dirtiest way possible.

The paramount strength lies in the capacity to subjugate minds. Ghost-eyed individuals possessed the extraordinary ability to infiltrate and manipulate minds. They could manipulate mental states, access, create, or erase memories, and induce hallucinations. It was this formidable power that Rukky sought to unlock and have me master. Yet, regrettably, I struggled to dismantle the barriers she erected within her own mind.

Her subconscious begged for that unfamiliar and mind blowing sensation that the young man had given, causing her thoughts to be blurred by images of the guy’s well built and naked body ravaging her once more. But thankfully, being by herself and no longer having the Duncan nearby allowed her common sense to win over against those carnal wanting. Sitting up straight, she embraced herself, shivering from the chill running down her spine. It was in that moment she finally got a grasp of her sanity. ‘What’s happened to me?’ She gasps, biting her lip while she writhes to ease the creeping need inside of her.

His wolves. Then a sudden realization skims his mind; this might have been the problem this week. He was too occupied with her. From the moment she walked into that room, she infiltrated his mind. After that, it was the muffins. Her smell. He couldn't think about anything else. No wonder. Then Dorian makes a decision. To cut her from his mind. Just for a while. He drives into the estate and straight towards the woods. He has nothing for them to eat this morning, so if they are hungry, they might want to devour him instead. They wouldn't, though, would they?

“But we’re not done. Not by a long shot. I’m gonna mark every room in this house with you. And when I finally take this virginity, baby girl, it’s gonna be so rough you’ll feel me for a week. I’ll ruin every hole, fill you so full of my cum you’ll leak me for days, and you’ll still be begging for more because you’re mine. My niece. My girl. My filthy little sin.” She whimpered, her body still trembling, her ass red and burning, her pussy still dripping onto the kitchen floor while I stood there with my cock hard and my conscience in ruins. And the sickest part, the part that damned me completely, was that I meant every word. I was going to ruin her in every room of this house. And I was goin