Wicked Novels & Stories

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.

Each was enraptured for different reasons. “My mother, the great Sakina Adio, was a demented, psychotic bitch! She performed the worst kind of experiments on the supernatural. And seventeen years ago, she performed the most appalling of them all. She drugged and RAPED a male werewolf… MULTIPLE times… to test the mate bond.” Khalid’s voice was strained, but he was too pissed at this point to try and hold back.

He continued rubbing her clit hard and the vibrator was forcing her to mew out helpless hitched voices. She thrashed harder. Trying to get away from the undeniable pleasure which was making her go crazy but today Vishious's inner beast was crawling on the surface of his skin to lash out. With all the power in her body, she freed her one hand from his grip and instantly grabbed his blood filled, red cock that was sticking its purple, green veins thickly. But that was a big mistake that she had made. Because that is when his inner beast, his wolf, took over the full control of Vishious's body.

Soon, she couldn't even taste the saltiness of her own tears. Her words became slurred, but she managed to force out one final question. “Why? Why are you doing this t—” She couldn't speak anymore. But she could still hear. “This will help you. I am helping you.” A small sigh escaped Vita's lips, barely audible over the loud cracks of breaking bones. “You will become the thing the monsters that hunt you at night fear. You will become the Beast that hunts with every sense, my sweet Selene.” The cracks became more rapid.

"About the woman in the auditorium. He gathered a few of the senior witches after the battle and told them it wasn't real." "Not real how?" Mira had asked. "An illusion," Wren said. "He claims it was constructed using something he called dark conjuring — powerful enough to fool even a wolf's senses, a vampire's instincts, everything. He says whoever's really behind it wanted to shake Sophia, wanted to plant doubt and fear in her long enough to make her more vulnerable to whatever comes next." "Do you believe him?"

Sadly, some things are just meant to fall ~Dystopia ~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~ ~Arc 2 ~ Atonement - Deception can only (exist) last for so long

Wicked’s voice was silky smooth, a dangerous purr. “I care.” I couldn’t move. “Obviously I care about him Wicked, he was just comforting me. Just being a friend.” “A friend?” Wicked’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “A friend you share saliva with huh? Is that the kind of friends you need?” “What has it got to do with you Wicked? You aren’t my brother.” He ignored me totally. His free hand popping the button of my black jeans. “Is that the kind of friend you need Chelsea? This type of friend? Because this is all you are going to get from this club.” His hand

“Suck your tits.” The crude command ripped through my veins like gasoline on fire. I bent down as far as I could, pressing my breast up until my tongue flicked over my nipple. My mouth closed around it, my body shuddering as his voice pushed me deeper into it. “Good girl.” His hand smoothed down my stomach, his touch unbearably light. “Now suck the other one.” I obeyed, my tongue circling, my mouth closing tight. The taste of my skin, the filthy heat of submission—it only made the burn inside me worse.

Then a soft wind swept through the cracks in the window, carrying with it the faintest whisper—low, cold, and unmistakably real. Carter… I stiffened. My blood ran cold. Charlie turned toward me, brow furrowed. “What is it?” “Nothing,” I lied, forcing a shaky breath as the whisper faded into the night. “Just the wind.” But deep down, I knew better. The Wicked wasn’t gone. He was waiting. And somehow… he knew my name. —————————————————————————————————

Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?” Marcus tilted his head. “Victor Blackwood isn’t exactly a fragile grandfather.” That part was true. Victor had built Blackwood Global from nothing. People in the industry used words like ruthless and untouchable when they spoke about him. Still— Murdering Julian? Sebastian finally turned away from the screen. “That footage could be edited.” Marcus nodded calmly. “It could.” “And if it is,” Sebastian said, “you’re a dead man for showing it to me.” Marcus didn’t look intimidated.