Wicked Souls Mc Novels & Stories

I hated lying to him the most. "So, who are you then?" I took a deep breath. "My name is MelissaDunkens, and I was born and raised in a small town in northern New York. I don't come from a prominent west coast family as Milo has told you. My mother was a drug addict who was murdered eight months ago, and my father is the President of the Wicked Saints MC Club. That man behind you is AlexanderSmith, the Sergeant at Arms for the club, and my... my..." I didn't know what he was anymore.

Spoil asked, cutting into my thoughts. “Yeah,” I grunted. “Mexicans pushing up, trying to get in on the drug trade.” “Violent fucks,” Spoil said. He went on to explain how the cartels and the gangs down south loved to perfect their torture and execution styles, and I mostly tuned him out. It was just another typical night in the fucking Sandcastles MC clubhouse.

Duncan slammed his fist on the wall from the sudden burst of rage within him, leaving a giant crack on the hardened surface. Both Julieta and Ben shut their mouths, jumping in retreat to avoid getting in the way. They immediately knelt down in fear, lowering their heads so low it almost touched the floor. “She’s from one of the vagabond packs. They have no alpha, its only her mom and her two younger sisters, all of them omegas.” He gritted his teeth to stop it from fully forming, not wanting to waste his energy, since he needed to think and find out a way to benefit from all of this.

“I made my choice when I married Scars Innis, and there are repercussions for that decision. I stand by them now, even as I find them difficult. The part that I struggle with is the danger that it exposes my daughter to, and all I can do is hope that she’s never the target again – Scars assured me that kids are always off-limits, and nobody can believe what Viper Grant has done. Even by one-percenter MC standards, the man is an absolute fucking monster lunatic. I’ve heard that The Hellions have lost a lot of support for involving Keira and Hannah and Joe in business, and that quite a few MC’s who hated Wolf for pulling The Road Devils out of the life are actually back on his side now. No way

"Monaco, as requested. The casino suite is booked. The accounts?" "Execute the freeze order on the joint account," I instructed, pulling my laptop from my tote bag. "The minute I'm airborne, I want every liquid asset over fifty thousand dollars that can be tied to a Bellini operation, gone. Move it through the Swiss holdings and into the Monaco trust." Silas hesitated. "The Don’s operating revenue is volatile, Viola. This will put immediate pressure on payroll. Some of his Capos will be left completely dry by morning." "Good," I said, fastening my seatbelt. "Let them figure out who their real banker is."

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

"I'm talking about the women they go home to at night—the ones they live with, take care of, and have their kids with." That's typically called a 'wife'," I dryly remarked, trying to wrap my head around the unconventional dynamics of the MC world. Krystal shook her head. "Not in the MC world. They have Old Ladies, and," she dropped a bombshell on me, "they have their club whores." She pronounced it as "hures," emphasizing the rawness of the term. My jaw nearly hit the floor. "Are you serious?" "As shit," she replied with a grim smile.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in. “Hey, Maddie! Back for another round already?!” A buff, naked stud with a thick, veiny monster cock that had plowed her senseless more times than she could count walked over, his cock swinging amid the haze of smoke and moans. Maddie smirked, eyeing his meat. “You know I can’t stay away.” Fernand squinted at her, smirking. “Girl, are you ever satisfied?” Maddison tilted her head with a smile. “You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.”

Maman Balele was their grand-father's immediate younger sister and the oldest person from Baba's side. "I didn't meet her, I was told she'd gone for her arthritis checkup. When I got back home, the only person around was Fareedah, she told me that Hajiya had gone and brought police, they'd arrested Mama and ya Samir, she also told me that Zarah had gone to bring thugs to deal with me for daring to lay hands on her so I sat down and began waiting for her and her thugs. It wasn't long after that she came into the house with her boyfriend Shittu." Amirah's eyes widened, Shittu was a drunk and notorious for being the mastermind behind different robbery be it petty or major. How did Zarah get to