Wicked The Book Review Novels & Stories

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note

I sneak into dad's private room, looking for some shreds of evidence but then I've found a book that changed my life forever. The book was full of dust when I first touched it, looking at it seemed just ordinary, but there was hidden magic in it. I have discovered many incredible things. Beauty In Immortality. Contained in that book is a novel about a mortal woman and a werewolf that met in a dream. It’s just fiction but it became a reality when it's happening in my dream. All I thought was that I was going crazy, but what I read came true. It happens in real life. I knew I was the man in the book. The woman I'm within that dream feels like someone I have met before and I have a strong suspi

Avery gasped, her hands trembling violently as she reached out to the little girl. Sadie looked on, bewildered, her dulled senses unable to fully grasp the weight of the pack revelation. Avery dropped to her knees and pulled Sadie into a fierce, protective embrace. "Sweetheart, it’s me. I’m your mother. I’m so sorry... how did my own wolf fail to scent the truth sooner?" Avery had always felt an inexplicable pull toward Sadie, never imagining that Delaney could be malicious enough to use growth-inhibiting sorcery on a pureblood pup. The sheer toxicity of such potions meant Sadie’s internal wolf might be permanently damaged.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

The one where things ended up badly. I had reached a brick wall because it didn't tell me anything about the things I saw in that room. I knew that I could not rest, not until I find out what they are and what they do. I tried something else. I googled an Author, Shayla Black. I saw her books, there was a lot but I was only interested in one, Wicked Ties. I read a summary of the book and they spoke about BDSM.

Afrah didn't bother to ask how he knew her shoe size. While he worked, Afrah engrossed herself in her book. While her body remained in the hotel suite, her mind was riding a horse through the hills of Scotland with Micheal Stirling - Kilmartin, rather - and Francesca Bridgerton-Stirling. Though she was dry, the rain which was beating on their backs felt like it was trickling down her own back as well. That was the beauty of reading; it was like watching a movie in one's head. When He Was Wicked was the first book Afrah had fallen in love with, and she read it nearly twice every year. Julia Quinn held a dear spot in her heart, though Danielle Steel and J.K. Rowling held their own special spo

The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'. I opened the book, and a strange glow emanated from the pages. I felt a sudden jolt, like a surge of electricity had passed through me. The room began to spin, and I fell to the ground, the book slipping from my grasp. As I struggled to get up, I heard the old woman's voice, urgent and worried. 'Ryker! Ryker, what's wrong?' She rushed into the room, her eyes scanning me frantically. Then her gaze fell upon the book, and her expression changed to one of alarm. 'Oh, no. You shouldn't have touched that.'

Damn the vixen made me forget about my dinner with a pack leader. If Chazz hadn't come looking for me I would have taken the little thing right then and there. Gosh she was a sight to take in. Her white blouse clung to her beautiful caramel skin revealing her black bra. Her little breast were stiff when my chest was pressed down on her. Her dark raven hair frame her face perfectly even though it was wet. Her pink lips were soft and pouty. And those eyes! Shit! She had the most beautiful pair of green eyes I've ever seen. Holy shit. She was driving me wild. I haven't felt such a heavy attraction towards any female before. It's the bond! Even so it was damn strong and damn powerful. My shaft w

Eyeing the title ‘otherworldly potions’ Skye eyed it weakly while pushing the voice’s comments away from him. “You can’t deny that you’ve been an ass to her” the voice commented as Skye took a book and skimmed it lightly. “Who writes a book about what is inside a snake?” Skye shook his head before placing the book back. “Those who want to know what parts can be useful” the voice said sounding as if they were shrugging. “Whatever” Skye looked around the area carefully, there had to be a clue somewhere but the question was what were the hints?

“Yes, the Book of Shadows. It was an ancient tome, passed down through generations of Wiccans, containing spells, incantations, and rituals that were not meant for mortal hands. Your mother knew the dangers of the book, but Blackwell… he was blinded by his thirst for power.” She pauses, her gaze distant as she relives the memories. “He stole the book from your mother, using trickery and deceit. He began practicing dark magic, performing forbidden rituals that even the most powerful Wiccans dared not attempt. And then, one day… he cast a spell that went terribly wrong.” Demika leans forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. “What happened?”