Wicked Musical Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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.”

I don't want to go back to him; I don't want to be controlled. He broke me; I was already broken, but he just finished the job. This life isn't what I asked for, I can't bear the pain any longer, I am exhausted from my life. I notice that I'm getting to the top of Wicked Falls there's nowhere else to go but to jump. Knowing there is no way of survival once I leave the edge not caring, wanting to be with my family again and escape the life that was chosen for me.

“The symbolism is theatrically idiotic.” Moments later, Draevor walked behind her chair and rested one hand lightly against its carved wooden back, and although an unfamiliar warmth immediately settled around her, Halrem stubbornly refused to acknowledge it. “We could release black wolves through the eastern hall,” he suggested thoughtfully. “We could also release plague.” “Your suggestion is considerably less memorable.” Halrem finally raised her eyes and fixed him with a sharp glare. “You are not incorporating predatory animals into imperial wedding vows.” “You accepted my proposal.”

“It can be our tracker and help us take to the main source.” “Then why aren’t we doing it right now?” “Because your mate just woke up from his deathbed.” “You’re mean. Are you sure the Wicked Witch of the West was not inspired by your story?” “At least, I have a Royal Lycan who loves me.” It got whistles from everyone. I grinned. “I heard about how you two met.” “Quiet now, child.” I laughed. “Oh. Is it supposed to be a secret? I thought it could be the next Fifty Shades of Grey.”

“Either I’m not the one from the prophecy, or it will never be fulfilled because I will never let you turn me. I don’t want to be a lycan.” Ferrin grabbed me and pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. “Shh,” he soothed, holding me tightly. A purring sound reverberated from his chest, calming my anxious nerves. “I don’t want to turn you either, Willa. Even if you did want that. The process is extremely dangerous, with no guarantee of success. I would never risk that.”

I will explore all her weaknesses and push her buttons until she has no choice but to surrender to me. After a minute of silence, Kira asks, "If I tell the truth, you will let me come?" Since the woman wants me to think she is surrendering for pleasure, let’s play it that way. I push two fingers inside her wet pussy. "Of course. We’ll even tick off one item on your fantasy list." "He saved my father," she reveals. "That’s all there is between us, I swear." Not the whole truth, I realize. Still, it’s a step up from what I surmised was a secret affair between those two. I rub Kira’s clit while thrusting my thumb into her with slow strokes. She grips the armrest, thighs quaking as she comes ont

“If you keep playing, your nerve swelling will get worse.” “She was seventeen, on Christmas Eve at the orphanage, listening to this piece until she fell asleep.” Danny’s fingers hovered over the piano strings. “That fire damaged her memory. I thought, if I mastered Moonlight Sonata, she’d remember who pulled her out from under the beam.” My breath caught. The melody the old radio had played repeatedly in the orphanage had actually come from his hands. “She was eighteen when she came to Silver Fang Pack. The dress she wore was altered by me, but Beta Lucas replaced it with an old, faded version.”

Wren sighed and stood up from her seat, moving to the couch closer to Grace. “An imposter, that’s my plan. I’m going to find an actress who can do the job…basically a fake face for me. She’ll be the supposed first daughter of Ellington. Felix and his family will have no choice but to dump Charlotte and go for this other woman. And in other words, the whole situation is going to be completely in my control.” Grace shook her head slowly staring at her friend in awe. “Crazy as that sounds, it’s fucking genius, Wren.”

“The- the wicked woman, hick, hick-” Fuschia turned to the group of servants who were crying in fear with their bodies shriveled up. Then Fuschia shifted her gaze to the uniformed soldiers. She squinted her eyes, then pulled the two soldiers into the air with her wind magic. She locked the movement of the two men except for the movement of their legs that kicked in desperation. "Ack! This-this!” The servants who witnessed the scene murmured in fear, “Hick! We're dead now, hick!”

Please be careful of Marissa. Paxton (about 2 hours later): Wilder get away from Marissa!! She is not who she says she is. She’s a witch, a very old dangerous witch!!! Flashes of what happened at her Luna ceremony play in my mind, the rejection…the rejection? That is what caused me to pass out the pain. Why if she was using magic would there have been pain? I decide to go up to my apartment in search of Marissa hoping for answers. A pain begins to radiate through me as I leave my office. My weakened state makes the pain feel so intense I am barely on my feet when I reach my apartment. I stumble in the door and am surprised to find the apartment dark. As I near my room the door is slightly aj