Wicked The Book Review Novels & Stories

She reached for the zipper at her side, pulling it down inch by inch, the sound loud in the silence. The dress slipped to the floor, leaving her in black lace, her skin prickling under his gaze. “This okay?” he asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. Jake grinned, a spark in his eyes and he nodded. “Yeah, just like I thought. You’ve got this… spark, this fire. You pour it into those books of yours, but damn, it could burn so bright somewhere else. I won't lie when I say I've always admired that about you.”

To my filthy girlies… this isn’t a love story. It’s a confession. Every story in this book is about women who were ‘good girls’ until they met a man who didn’t want good. He wanted wrecked. If you like it slow, go read a romance book. If you like it raw, if you like the sound of a spank echoing off a bathroom tile, if you like a man who looks at you like he wants to eat you alive… Then stay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

They say love is stronger than lust. But Niu believed otherwise. Love might be powerful, sure—but the pull of raw desire? That was even stronger. Still, maybe it depends on the person. When someone cheats, they know the risks. They know they’re about to hurt someone they love. But the thrill? The rush? It’s so intoxicating that it’s almost impossible to resist. Once you give in, it becomes easier to do it again… until you’re hooked. Niu had always loved Leanne—for as long as he could remember. But the night he saw Kate dancing wildly on the floor, temptation hit him so hard that he forgot about everything—his feelings for Leanne, his vows to Claire, even his marriage itself.

Will turned back to her and said, “Don’t get me wrong, I know I should stay away from you because people like you shouldn’t be with people like me. I know that people like me don’t get the chance to be truly happy, Una. Because people like me get locked up and rot to hell. But for you, just to be with you, Una, I will risk it all.” There was so much pain in Will’s voice, she thought she might just concede and welcome him back in her arms. But the things she read in his journal brought back the hatred she felt. Will killed a lot of people. Will could cry and beg but she wouldn’t really know if it had to do with actual remorse. No, she couldn’t let his state of misery and a promise of complete

N/B: This is a different book. A standalone in the Wickedly universe. It's been months since Freya Adams died. Everyone thinks it's an accident, but Allison Adams knows better. Freya was her sister, and they were close. So, so close. When the Adams family tries to get Allison to marry Paul Debarcio in Freya's place, Allison is scared and tries to escape. Paul killed Freya, and he would kill her too, because she knows too much about his crimes.

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“I wanna feel you fucking pulse. Feel you clench. Feel how desperate that little pussy is for me.” And then he slid two fingers inside. I lost it. I cried out, hips bucking, my body reacting so violently I almost knocked over a stack of books beside me. His fingers were long, thick, rough in the best way, and they curled just right—like he’d done this before, like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he wanted to ruin me with his hands before he even gave me his cock. “You hear that?” he growled, eyes never leaving mine.

His glimmer ability—which is part of being a werewolf—works on most people, and he can make nearly anyone like him. Me being one of the exceptions. I like Gregory for who he is. I can tell when I’m being glimmered—the attraction to someone feels different—and he hasn’t used that on me in a long time. Our relationship is a two-way road, and he doesn’t have that with most people. I’d like to think that what we have is special. "They'll be fine." I yawn. "What's-Her-Name will take them to Professor Khalek's house."

Her charges of abduction, battery, and abetment were already serious enough. But what hit the nail on the head was that Mom had tried to kill her own daughter. "Evil Mother Used Black Magic to Kill Her Daughter". "Despicable Witch Stole Luck for Adopted Daughter, Only to Make Her Contract AIDS". "Cruel Mother's True Intentions Revealed in Recording". The internet was filled with news headlines of what had happened. Rage consumed the netizens. "Not even a wild animal would eat their own young! This woman is utterly horrendous!" "Did she use black magic to harm her own flesh and blood? How despicable! She deserves to suffer a horrible death!"

The reviews began arriving on Thursday. Patricia Osei had told me to read them but not to organize my understanding of the book around them because the book had been written for the women in the long middle and the women in the long middle were not the reviewers. The reviewers were the first room the book passed through on its way to the people it was for. The first review I read was from a literary publication that described the book as unflinching and specific and written with the particular authority of someone who had lived inside the thing she was describing rather than observing it from outside.