Novel & Cerita Wicked Musical Fanfiction

I asked, to be sure. "Yes. Play some music and dance for me if you really are my husband. Somehow I think those men are my…" she said, touching her chin. I didn't let her finish her words before I started dancing however I can. You need to see Lycan King Maverick wiggling to an unknown dance tune just to please his mate! I swear I was going to fucking kill Ellen! " Hold on, let me play a piece of good music. Give me your phone!" Her Majesty commanded again.

Cressida drops to her knees and begins sucking him. I have to leave now. My goal of messing with the witch has been accomplished. I have a new song to sing on my way back. "Suck, suck, suck on a lycan until you choke. Suck, suck, suck on a lycan until you choke." I bet Cressida is going to be sick when she realizes what she's doing. I can't wait to tell Jessi. I wonder if she'll like my new song. ________________ Cressida's P.O.V.

I wanted Vienna spread out on the grand bed, her wrists pinned above her head, her voice breaking as she screamed our names. But right now, we had a problem with these wild fantasies. Our mother had just returned in the mansion. That meant we couldn’t have Vienna moaning loud enough for the entire pack to hear… not yet, at least. I glanced at Fynn, and that was all it took. One look, and I knew he was thinking the same damn thing, the way her honeyed lips felt around us, the way her pretty pussy clenched so perfectly. Without another word, we moved.

It seems to be that time was walking on a snail's pace. Now they were here. We couldn't just leave. wr need to plan. To fight. From what Madam Lafayette has said, Stephen and Maximus used the powers of all witches in the east to get to Femwood pack. To get that love portion that made my sister crazily in love with him. I blamed myself for not stopping that marriage. Then I turned around. At lead I was this close to Killin them. I had my allies.

“Rose went out of control and I could no longer have it. My family, especially Belinda, wanted me to handle her or they would. For someone who had mastered control all his life, I failed. She was becoming a problem I couldn’t handle so I made her disappear instead. * * * “Hey, Brown, get some rope. These chains and shackles are attached to the floor,” one of Sinclair’s men told his companion who was ogling Una for the past couple of minutes. “Your friend is calling you, you pig.” Will snarled at Brown who did nothing but nod as his eyes continued to rake down Una’s body. “Snap out of it, Brown. Women like her don’t go for men like you.” Brown turned to the other man who was

My face is flushed, yet despite how tipsy I am, the hurt from seeing him arrive with his ‘ex-fiancée’ cut too deep to be blurred with liquor. Ever since the production ended, I woke up to sex dreams where Marko would bind me, trap me somewhere and have his way with me mercilessly. Of course, I would plead that he free me because, let’s face it, I would only plead that he does not touch me so that I could be regarded as sane. Because who in the hell would want to be bound and f*cked mercilessly by someone who all but regarded them as a slut? Guilt always devours me at the end of the vulgar dreams, I guess they are about to worsen now that he is with his ex-fiancée, with whom they have a compl

Sebastian’s voice was controlled, but the tension in it was obvious. “No.” Marcus tilted his head. “That’s interesting.” Sebastian’s eyes snapped toward him. “What is that supposed to mean?” Marcus crossed his arms. “Elena told the police she left the party early.” Ivy’s stomach twisted. “She lied.” “Yes.” Sebastian looked down at the photograph again. Something dark moved behind his eyes. “Elena loved Julian,” he said. Marcus chuckled quietly. “You’d be amazed how often that’s said right before family members kill each other.”

What right did she have to play the victim card when he had suffered from her actions? She made him weak and pathetic and for what? What was her end game? To use him for her benefit? Did she think that using him to remove his father wouldn’t come back to bite her? That the spell one way or another would be undone? Before he could retort, a harsh slap impacted his right side causing some who were dancing and the music that had been playing to go silent. Those who had also witnessed it felt their faces become pale from what they were seeing.

I didn’t even know he was here with me, “You okay?” “No. I need to find her,” I growl, my wolf helping me focus even more, "Come out now, you ugly fucking witch. You think you can seduce any of us? Prove it. Come out and prove it! Seduce me if you can!” "I seduced your wife alright," Violet responds, except it only makes it clearer that Violet isn't here at all. Lilith is completely creating this illusion and since I'm pissing her off, she’s faltering, "Skylar... she tastes so good."

“I did ask for a rugby team but settled upon a basketball team instead. She refused to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen during the entirety of her prime years. And you were mistaken about her.” Confused and agitated, “wrong how?” “She looks nothing like an Angel. I know there is an underlying kink she harbours, and I tend to draw it out of her.” I can’t un-hear the huskiness in his voice, and it drives me fucking wild. “You will keep your fucking hands off her, Wicked.” “Oh, yeah? And who’s going to stop me? She is promised to me, not you, and I will take great joy in removing your touch from her body on our wedding night.”