Wicked Ways Book Novels & Stories

And by preferring to engage in a battle of bruised egos with me, he was playing into my hands and he had no idea about it. A few weeks after I found out the Mayerts had accepted my offer of help and that they were coming here to sign the deal like I wanted, I was fortunate enough to meet a witch here in the pack. She hadn’t been in practice for over a decade but she still commanded a great deal of power, one talk led to another and she assured me she had a way to solve my problems without the need for war. She gave a book passed down from the great witches from her coven, the Book of Impossible Tasks written by the first witch of the North. No supernatural creature had ever been able to pass

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside. “Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.” He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine. “Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.” The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

* Juices puddled beneath her, the wet spot spreading, scent heady and pervasive. She raided her drawer next—a small vibrator stolen from her older sister's forgotten things, buzzing to life with a low hum that vibrated through her palm. Pressing it to her clit, she gasped at the relentless vibration, legs slamming shut around it instinctively. *Holy shit—it's alive.* Pussy clenching air, she fucked herself on three fingers, the buzz amplifying every nerve. Orgasms blurred into a marathon—ten, twelve?—each peaking higher, voice hoarse from cries, sweat pouring in rivulets that stung her eyes.

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I said with a wide smile on my face. “I like you, and I will love to be your friend.” I continued, still looking at her. “Are you kidding? So you are not intimidated by my looks?” she asked with a voice that said, ‘you may not like me.’ The truth is this, she really had a mean face that radiated the Fuck Off sign. She had piercings on her tongue and almost every part of her ears. Her looks could really make one piss on his or her pants and she looked very ghetto. She had black short hair which she dyed blonde. I knew her hair was black because the root of her hair had already grown out some portion of black. She continued writing on her book and when I tried to see what kept her busy, she cl

Thea wailed helplessly, her expression utterly wrecked, cheeks burning crimson, features contorted in overwhelming pleasure Her breasts were yanked and dragged in a chaotic tug-of-war, palms clashing in their greed to seize and squeeze. Through hazy, lust-fogged eyes, she gazed down at the man below, his tongue swirling languidly around her navel, fingers kneading and playing with the gentle folds of her stomach. They ravaged her in every way imaginable, but nothing compared to the cock filling her and she reveled in it, the sensation pure, intoxicating bliss.

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.

The moment his shadow cleared the gates, Victoria had set her trap. The heavy iron door of the cavern groaned, and Miranda Shaw marched into the torchlight, dragging Madison Clarke and Sadie Monroe. Madison was blindfolded with heavy silk laced with wolfsbane to dull her senses. The jagged echo of Victoria’s laugh made the young Monroe pup shudder. Victoria prowled toward Madison, her nails lengthening into claws as she dug them into the girl's chin. "This scent disgusts me. You carry the exact pheromones of that low-born Monroe bitch."