Wicked Parents Guide Novels & Stories

I saw his fighting skills back in the Alphas training academy. "I recently discovered that my parents are very dangerous and mentally ill people; they killed Gina's parents twenty-six years ago, and they tried to kill Gina and my unborn child with the help of my crazy ex-chosen mate." I gulped, unshed tears pickling underneath my eyes. "And they kidnapped my kids, and they were about to run some experiments on them, but I beat them and came to their rescue, where I found that my psycho-path parents are holding hostages inside one of our warehouses; they have been running experiments on shifters and humans to create some undefeatable monsters."

The seven Lords of the Wigglesworth's family were very powerful men who rules with iron fists, killing one of them alone was a big accomplishment, but he won't stop until he get rids of all the remaining six. He still remembers the screams of his mother when she is being raped by the clan Lords. . The Wigglesworth's family treated him and his mother worse than a dog after his father died. They believe he was a jinx of the family while his mother was a witch that killed her husband.

And as much as she was a spilt brat she didn’t need the years of therapy she would need to get over what was currently happening. No fucking kid did. Fender needed to grow up and realise he was a father. He needed to stop doing that shit in places were his barely adult daughter could see. Still, I felt sorry for Wicked the most. As usual, Ruin had asked him to step in. To play babysitter to Chelsea like he had nothing better to do tonight. Sure, Wicked didn’t have an official date tonight but he had seemed to be happy with Gem sat on his lap. If anyone deserved happiness it was Wicked. Although I was sure most people would disagree with me. My big brother did have a habit of riling people up

Right, so I was half witch and half werewolf, I almost forgot about that. "Still, what do they want from my parents?" "Witches are unpredictable, Kira. We may sometimes think they're the kindest creature we would ever encounter, but they're not. Their magical skills make them the most conning kind you will ever meet." "So you're saying my mom is a bad woman?" "Not all, Kira. I didn't say all witches." "You did. You just generalized them."

However, a promise was a promise no matter how much he wanted to argue back. There would be no way he could genuinely disobey his parents without getting ditched on the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Under mysterious circumstances, obviously. Werewolf parents were...strict. Strict was a rather large miscalculation but you don't want to mess with them. Traditions still hold such an important place within the Werewolf's pack.

"Daddy's trying real hard to be a gentleman. But you're looking at me like you want to taste the very thing you're afraid of." He pushed forward again. Just a little. The heat burned through the silk of my dress. "Now," he commanded. "Be a good girl. Turn around. Walk away. Before I forget I'm supposed to be your father... and show you what I do to bad girls who stare at my cock." "I... I shouldn't," I whimpered. But my hand was moving. I don't even know why. It was like I was possessed. Hugh groaned. Actually groaned. A sound that vibrated in his chest. "Please, Elara. Just... help Daddy. Just a little."

"The Wolfe Family became... of interest to me when your mother married your father. It was once a very proud, pure werewolf family until then. If you have anyone to blame for the situation you have found yourself in, blame your parents for not knowing better than to mingle bloodlines." I narrowed my eyes. "So, what? You had a thing for my mom? Or my dad? When exactly did this obsession start?" "She's fucking crazy," someone chuckled in my ear. "But she's got style." "She can hear you," someone else said, half laughing. "If you're going to go out, you might as well go out telling him to kiss your ass." A rallying cry came through, and I almost smiled. "Did my mom tell you to kiss her ass befo

Back then, his parents had already planned out his future: He was to attend the prestigious Werewolf University in California, far away from me. But he didn't want to go. He stood up to his parents, refused to obey, and tried to prove that he could become a powerful Alpha on his own terms—without following their path. Yet the clan wouldn't give him a chance. The moment he chose to stay with me, chaos followed. Several pack leaders left. Veteran warriors refused to fight. The pack fell into disarray. And all of that… wasn't because of him. It was his parents—they were the ones pulling strings in the dark, manipulating the elders, applying pressure to force him into submission.

He took care of my parents without hesitation, those vile people who treated me like a pawn in their debt-ridden games. Her parents—evil was the word that echoed in her mind whenever she thought of them. They'd manipulated her for years, using emotional blackmail and financial desperation to control her life. When Colden entered the picture, he'd swiftly paid off their debts, not out of charity, but to eliminate the threat they posed to her stability. He'd even secured a restraining order, ensuring they couldn't harass her further.

Jackson said with utmost bitterness. “Mom, dad. Truthfully, whether this happened or not, I had already made up my mind to give my baby to the Oscars. My fear has always been the actual race of my child, now that Gina has confirmed him to be a witch, he would be welcomed in the pack.” Minx said with a weak smile. Minx’s parents were so ashamed of themselves, that they could not protect their child and now, she would give her baby to werewolves, arch enemies to the wolf blood witches.