Wicked Within Novels & Stories

The Wicked roared in my skull, clawing at my mind. Take him. Bind him. Kill him. “STOP!” I shouted, voice splitting. “Charlie, stop—please—don’t—” But he kept moving. Even as the ground cracked beneath me. Even as flames spiraled around my arms. Even as my veins darkened, crawling up my neck, reaching toward my face. Even as the Wicked swelled within me, hungry, powerful, unstoppable. He reached me anyway. He grabbed my face between his shaking hands. And for a split second—just one, fragile heartbeat—the world went quiet.

I'm the spider and your the insect, little angel bitch. Ahrimon charges forward on all fours, using her wings to move us faster. Where they hit the platform, they splinter the wood and leave craters in the dirt. She is magnificent and I relish in the strength running through us. Her power is addictive and I shiver in the pleasure of it coursing hot through my veins. I hear Warrick scream, “Run!” and I shriek in anger as he grabs that bitch’s hand and pulls her along with him. Janae was right. I was just too blind to see his deception. He’s a traitor and I will deal with him after I end his precious mate.

Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers through his silky black hair. “It’s true what they say about the Drakos’ women.”

She finished and headed for the door. “Abi,” Ginika lowered his weapon and chased after Abi. He managed to get a hold of the girl on the arm before she managed to get out of the room. “I can help her, Watcher. All I need is 28 weeks.” The Vampire said. Vera’s eyes were still burning with hate, but she lowered her weapon reluctantly. “28 weeks, and you are gone. But If I ever see your white face again…” She intentionally did not continue her warning.

The sound of a door closing echoes as dread clenches around my gut. "Holy hell.... f*ck... he is crazy. He is actually crazy! " My arms struggle against the chain before a curse leaves me. Sh*t. Sh*t Sh*t…I should never have gone to his trailer.

a little seduction creeping over her mouth. Her fragrance was powerful and intoxicating. The bouquet of her hot juices mingling with the smell of her tasty skin was transcendent in a way I had not expected. I kissed the inside of her thigh teasingly and I could feel her eyes on me waiting for me to obey her. Sliding along the periphery of her cunt, I was being careful not to hit a sweet spot. “Oh, mama… I… like that… that’s so nice… lick me,” she whispered.

"You're really hell-bent on spoiling me tonight, aren't you?" "Absolutely," he purrs. "Asteraki mu. My wife." He slides his fingers faster and I'm so soaking wet I can fucking heart hem slicking in and out. God, it's filthy, so fucking disgusting, and I move my hips in time with his lips and mouth as he licks me.

I will be the most elegant woman in the whole world everyday and every year and every century , she grumbled as she opened the little bottle mixed it up with a witch's tonic with a little bit of her energy and smiled , she took the bottle and inhaled it as the yellowish smoky scent from the bottle sinked through her nose and soon she gulped it down her throat .. " She smiled as she opened her eyes and felt how her body accumulated the new energy and her eyes turned with fiery yellowish blood ." I will always love being wicked, the way I am , she murmured as she slept peacefully on her bed .

“You wish.” “Then what?” Marcus pushed away from the window. “A silent one.” Ivy narrowed her eyes. “That doesn’t make sense.” “It does when the person doing it already owns pieces of your company.” Sebastian’s gaze sharpened instantly. “Someone inside Blackwood Global.” Marcus nodded. “Exactly.” The room fell quiet. Because that meant something terrifying. The war wasn’t Ivy versus Sebastian. It was bigger. Much bigger. “Who?” Ivy asked. Marcus shook his head slowly.

But, of course, he would not tell Gina that. With a smirk, he replied, "She is a thrill and that is something you do not have." Stacey felt another thorn pierced through her already wounded heart but, just like what she had been doing for the past years, she pretended like she was not hurt. She still wore that stoic expression she managed to master after getting hurt over and over again due to her failure to make her husband fall for her again. "A thrill?" She snickered with much contempt. "How is she a thrill? Is it the fact that she had slept with a lot of men before? Didn't you hate that part of hers because she reminds you of that stripper who ruined your family?"