Wicked Ways Book Novels & Stories

Avery sat down on the edge of the table. "Wrong. The beast would be awake, alert, and in its strongest form." Wahika replied. "Let's postpone it then. Do we really need to do this?" Avery asked. "I don't want to die." Wahika brought out another book. "This was the older version. Some chapters are missing in the new version. They removed it and refurbished it as fiction." Wahika dropped the book on the table. "Only three people have access to this book. The white witch, that's me. The supernaturals burnt theirs to ashes during the war. The third —" Avery waited for her to say something, but Wahika didn't.

She seemed to be furious and approached Arya with a glare before turning to stare at Ryker with an aggrieved expression. What was going on? That was the thought that those who didn't know who the beautiful woman was had in their mind. Including Arya. “You homewrecker!” The woman yelled at Arya. “Huh?” Arya felt offended and also confused. She turned to Rykerbonly to see him signaling to the security. “You couldn't keep your hands to yourself, that's why you had to seduce him!” The woman continued to scream at Arya as she inched closer not noticing the security staff that were arriving.

Marcus grabs the wand and walks over to them. "Plan?" Jackson looks at Marcus, how long has he been trying for? Jackson laughs slightly, Marcus looks frustrated that is a first. "To make the witch squirt so much she can't walk." Anaya's eyes widen, her mouth opening to talk as Jackson covers it. "Your safe word is shaking your head kitten, I don't want to hear anything but you screaming." Anaya moans as his cock pushes into her arse. Marcus moves as his cock pushes into her sex. Their hips move, causing her to orgasm instantly. Her hands grasp the rope as her head falls back onto Jackson's shoulder.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

I would say seductively which I knew he would see the invitation in my eyes. Unlike Jim, I am certain Blake wouldn't hesitate to grab my waist while he pins me against the counter as his lips are claiming mine in a kiss that's all fire and demand. “I have wanted this for years, Kate. Watching you play a perfect wife while he ignores you? Criminal.” as his hands would roam rough yanking my top to expose my breasts, while his thumbs circled my nipples until I arch into him. The fantasy flooded my mind as Blake bending me over the kitchen island as he thrust me so deep.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

“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?”

I mumbled under my breath. He looked down at me, naked, trembling, covered in sweat and the seed of seven men, with cold, possessive hunger. “You’ve impressed Jax,” Victor said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But his training was only preparation. Now you enter my world. Dark Desires. Where consent is a luxury… and obsession is law.” He stepped closer. Behind him, more figures emerged from the shadows, tall and powerful men with masked faces, their primal energy radiating from them. Their presence felt different from the Club. Wilder. More dangerous.

Pleasure and danger braided so tightly I couldn’t separate them. Varek leaned down and licked my clit while he worked the barrel deeper. The dual sensation ripped a higher, desperate moan from me. My thighs trembled around his head. He sucked hard, twisted the gun slightly, and pushed it in to the limit he had decided was safe. I came with a shattered cry, clenching around the metal in hard pulses while he licked me through it. He withdrew the gun slowly, set it aside, and thrust into me with his cock in one brutal stroke. The sudden heat and thickness after the cold metal made me cry out. He fucked me hard, hands pinning my wrists, mouth open against my neck.