Wicked Novel Reviews Novels & Stories

Luckily for me, there was an online reading platform where I could read novels of my choice. I picked up a werewolf novel written by one of my favorite authors, *The Beta and I*, and after reading one chapter, I was hooked. DUKE I don't know whether or not Precious perceived the scent of another woman on my body. After I got back and entered the room I shared with my brothers, her face was calm, and she didn't say anything.

I smiled shyly at my not so secret desire anymore. THE END Thank you for reading to the end. I would be very happy to see a 1-2 sentences review with your opinion on the story. Stay safe! P.S.: If you are hungry for more stories like this - please, check my new book /not edited yet/ with the scent of cinnamon and warm Christmas mood: https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000002078/null/You-want-to-be-mine Or this new steamy story /not edited yet/ about a shameless girl and her many dates:

Damn the vixen made me forget about my dinner with a pack leader. If Chazz hadn't come looking for me I would have taken the little thing right then and there. Gosh she was a sight to take in. Her white blouse clung to her beautiful caramel skin revealing her black bra. Her little breast were stiff when my chest was pressed down on her. Her dark raven hair frame her face perfectly even though it was wet. Her pink lips were soft and pouty. And those eyes! Shit! She had the most beautiful pair of green eyes I've ever seen. Holy shit. She was driving me wild. I haven't felt such a heavy attraction towards any female before. It's the bond! Even so it was damn strong and damn powerful. My shaft w

Liezel glanced at Will who blinked at his screen for a moment, then said to her, “It’s better than House of Terror, Liz. It’s more interactive and engaging. I know we have a process but it’s really worth checking.” Her mouth twitched, as if giving it a thought, before she finally nodded. “I’ll check it out, and I’ll see what I can do.”

shattered instantly. A thick, awkward silence hung over the territory, broken only by the critics who began to feast on the remains of Jenny's reputation. “Pathetic! She thought she was the heroine of a legend? He was just using her as a pawn, and she became a nuisance.” “Is it just me, or does Jenny smell of lies? Her persona shifts with every moon.” “Her followers are sheep. They’d follow a rogue off a cliff if she told them it was a shortcut to the Moon.”

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It sat with remarkable calm despite the growing circle of staring servants, occasionally flicking its ears as if deeply unimpressed by southern civilization. A black card hung from the collar and Halrem took it. `For the Wicked One Who Does Not Fear Teeth. He bites only when ignored too long. — D.K.‘ There was a full second of silence. Then Halrem closed her eyes. Selene, against all wisdom, whispered, “It is adorable.” Halrem turned her head making Selene corrected her words immediately, “Monstrous. Entirely monstrous.”

I’d gotten my revenge. There was no one left to interfere with my matebond with Victor. We could finally start a family, just as we’d always wanted. I could—— ——— ‘What a predictable ending,’ I thought to myself, dropping my phone onto the bed next to me. And to think I’d thought this werewolf web novel would be different. They really got me excited in the first half, believing maybe the storyline would be unique, but it turns out it was just the same as the others. How many of these had I read now? Fifty? A hundred? Did I even care anymore?

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Or are you still pretending not to be obsessed with your designer? I didn’t reply. Instead, I turned toward the shelf, pulled out Siena’s employee file, and flipped through the pages again. Chicago. Clean academic history. No prior affiliations with Voss Global. No scandals. No lawsuits. No family connections that rang any bells. But that was the problem. It was too perfect. Too polished. Too safe. And everything I had seen of her told me one thing—Siena Blake was not someone who had lived a safe life. She had seen pain.