Wicked Souls Mc Novels & Stories

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

Dex laughed, biting my nipple, and kept pounding, his hands leaving bruises on my thighs. “You love this,” Damian said, fucking my ass with slow authority, the three of them moving in a rhythm that pinned me. “Our dirty girl, finally between her Daddy and both Uncles. Say it again.” “Daddy—Uncle Dex—Uncle Rafe—” I sobbed, coming again, my pussy and ass we’re spasming, Rafe’s cock kept twitching on my tongue, Dex’s shaft kept pulsing in my cunt. “I’m yours, all of you, forever—”

,Someone says and dad growls his eyes flashing golden. "I did, but way before I found my world. Now I can't imagine being with someone else. Emma has my heart and cock. The sex trafficking hasn't gone anywhere, and this meeting was to address that and the behavior towards taken males. If you are so disgusted how I run my club and pack, then leave, but know once you go Savage will no longer protect you or provide for you",Dad says making eyes go huge and many look scared. Savage is the richest club and pack in the supernatural world and to leave yo to commit financial suicide. "That is extreme ",tge nurse says, looking annoyed.

"No, that is why she is not imprisoned. From what I heard, she was holding no weapons at all when the boss was killed. And not to mention, the helicopter exploded because of in-flight fire and not due to any external force. So most likely, someone betrayed Wilburn." "That does not really matter," the first guy intervened. "Let's just get this all done and we are good. Besides, our new boss is much better and more influential." The three continued to descend down the basement and were greeted by several other men. "All of you are on standby. She is still unconscious."

"We're trying to fix your sibling. Next, it's your turn. If you truly care about her, get her swimming and acting like a fisheri." "Don't you dare tell me what to do with my family!" "They can't fix the wrist, so she'll never have a sheathed blade. Her only protection will be her released spores." "And your point?" Miro's eyes sparkled with unshed moisture. "Zalo is your liability for eternity. Make up your mind now—do you want her in your world, or will you swim away from reality?" Miro gaped at Coco's back as the CEO made her escape, walking confidently to the exit.

Rebecca felt like the sounds around her are muted. A muted hiss is buzzing into her ears. Her eyes are widely shocked and fixed on Simara's face. "He is Dark. The monster who destroyed more than fifty packs without any mercy on anyone... He bathed in the blood of his enemies. He destroyed everything that came his way. He is the ultimate wolf with the Alpha powers. Yes, he is Crysler Dark. My brother, the only boy survivor from the River Moon Pack." Simara said. Rebecca felt as if someone hit her head with a hammer. She grabbed the rods of Simara's cell to keep her balance. The first thought crept up into her mind. He is my Mate!

If Reid Morrison’s reputation was hurt because he stuck by his childhood friend during her transition, what would Jasper’s reputation be like coming out as gay, and with a fated-mate from the Morrison pack? “The club…” Sebastian murmured, looking at Jonathan. “It’s very public, and a major site for the Morrisons. The Wicked Moon acts as a front for a lot of their business. If it were to be shut down by the humans, it would deliver as heavy a blow as the Morrisons dealt us last night.” “Health code violation?” Jonathan suggested.

Oil portraits watched us from the walls, generations of Blackwoods who had made terrible choices and called it dynasty. "Marcus Hale has three enforcers he operates outside the council's official reach," Kade said, hands on my shoulders, voice low and urgent. "Ghost wolves. They do not appear in any pack records. He has been using them to run operations Vanessa funds and the council ignores because they benefit from the results. I think he is the one who has Milo." "Why?" The word scraped out of me. "Milo is six years old."

Each interaction dripped with malice, a twisted tango between broken souls trapped in their personal hells. As I poured drinks with a macabre precision, I wove a web of deceit, engaging in whispered conversations that dripped with malice. The bar became a theatre of wickedness, a place where secrets were exchanged like cursed trinkets, each word laced with a dark, insidious intent. I reveled in the decadence, embracing the darkness that consumed me, for it was in the depths of despair that I sought my redemption.

I rode straight out of the Caine's residence and into the night. Fifteen minutes later, I found myself in the parking lot of one of the most exclusive, private gentleman's club around the pack area, called White's. I approach the huge mahogany door and knock twice. A recorded voice came over the intercom. "State your purpose for the night?" It ask. "Pleasure," I simply reply. The doors began to open, "Enjoy your night Alpha." The recorded voice said. I enter the building and went to counter to ask for Stella. A petite frame with a pixie hair cut stood behind the counter.