Wicked The Book Review Novels & Stories

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Kathrena and I could fill him in, anyway. And I couldn’t deny that the book was interesting, despite the fact that most of it had gone straight over my head. It spoke of the supernatural in a way that made it seem brilliant, and beautiful, and it was a viewpoint I’d never considered before. I’d seen it – and myself – as dark and mysterious, a slimy underbelly that permeated all that was light and good in the world. But the witch made it seem like magic, and, to her, I supposed that it was.

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.

But I remember your words so clearly now. Crysler, this time, everyone will know who is more powerful? And who deserves the position of the leader of the pack. It was never about power, Crysler, I loved you so much! And I thought you loved me, you cared for me. When I saw you with that girl, I didn't believe it. But you made it about power. Crysler, you chose power over your love. Lucy was right!!! She said you were The Wicked Alpha. And you proved it very well!!!

“This isn’t what I was expecting at all.” “What is it?” Everly asked, her stomach tightening into a coil. “Well, we all thought that she had taken the book because it contained some sort of a way for her to reverse what Jack had done to make you into a wolf shifter, but it doesn’t. At least, that’s not what she was looking at.” “What was she looking at then?” Everly asked, not sure she even wanted to know at this point. “She was looking at… the similarities between the werewolf hunts and the witch hunts, and the means by which the villagers back in the time that this book was written went about putting each of those groups to death. This page is all about what was useful against each group.”

He was not too enthusiastic about my presence anyway, I’m sure he won’t be mad. Also, the book was way too interesting to drop because I wanted to have dinner with alpha Ezra and his kids. I’d see them tomorrow at breakfast. My dinner was cold by the time I was done because I was reading and eating slowly. I was too consumed with the book because it spoke about witches and revenge. Something about it felt familiar but the more I thought about it the more it made no sense as to why I found it familiar. It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning before I was finally done with it. The ending was a beautiful one and I was satisfied with it. I slept with a wide smile on my face.

Hi! Whalien52 is here! First of all, I want to convey my biggest gratitude to all of you my dear readers. Thank you so much, for reading this book until the end, even though it took so long for me to finally finish it. And I am sorry. I know some of you are upset because I suddenly disappeared and took a long time to finish this book. But let me tell you, I was upset with myself too. Not a single day I felt fail and anxious that I didn't finish this as quickly as possible. But being an author part-time and doing other jobs at the same time made me almost not sleep a single wink in a day.

When he smiled, it was like getting hit in the chest with a missile. “You know, I don’t know much about book titles,” he said in that voice that had seduced so many women across the world, “but isn’t ‘wicked virgin’ kind of a contradiction here?” “Um,” was the only reply Lucy could come up with. “Although since I don’t read romances, maybe you could explain. Is the virgin supposed to be wicked?” He gave her a wink that she was pretty sure made her burst into flames. She was wondering why no one was running for the fire extinguisher when she realized she hadn’t even responded to his question. “Um, usually the heroine becomes wicked once she meets the hero. It’s like an awakening.” Her face fl

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.