Wicked Within Novels & Stories

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

Each interaction dripped with malice, a twisted tango between broken souls trapped in their personal hells. As I poured drinks with a macabre precision, I wove a web of deceit, engaging in whispered conversations that dripped with malice. The bar became a theatre of wickedness, a place where secrets were exchanged like cursed trinkets, each word laced with a dark, insidious intent. I reveled in the decadence, embracing the darkness that consumed me, for it was in the depths of despair that I sought my redemption.

His robes whispered against the marble floor as he paced, each step echoing like the ticking of a clock. “I believe,” he said finally, his voice smooth and haunting, “that we’re the same, you and I.” I felt my chest tighten. “I’m nothing like you.” He stopped, turning to face me fully. The flicker of firelight caught on his grin—cold, knowing, and terrifyingly calm. “That’s what I said,” he murmured. “Once.” The Wicked’s blood-red eyes locked onto mine, unblinking and merciless. “I don’t mean hypothetically when I say we’re the same.”

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.

Damn, what a temptation she is. Not edited

“Jesus Christ, I believe that within a month of becoming your wife, I may consider the unfortunate decision to step out in front of a freight truck and end my life.” “A month is all I’m going to need to make you fall helplessly in love with me, Ele Drakos. You are going to become so obsessed with me that you will end up craving me like an addict seeking their next fix.” Wicked mutters, brushing the pad of his thumb across Eles' cheekbone as he stares at her like he is seeing her for the very first time. After Wickeds’ declaration, Aces’ gaze collides with mine like two magnets connecting, and my brows shoot up. What Wicked has just said to Ele, Ace said something similar to me last night and

“Suck your tits.” The crude command ripped through my veins like gasoline on fire. I bent down as far as I could, pressing my breast up until my tongue flicked over my nipple. My mouth closed around it, my body shuddering as his voice pushed me deeper into it. “Good girl.” His hand smoothed down my stomach, his touch unbearably light. “Now suck the other one.” I obeyed, my tongue circling, my mouth closing tight. The taste of my skin, the filthy heat of submission—it only made the burn inside me worse.

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.

I have come too far to get caught now. I walked back into the bar and straight to the bar. “Give me a whiskey on the rocks and be quick about it,” I said to the bartender. He nodded and returned with my drink immediately. I slammed the drink and asked for another. Damn that woman. I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences.

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.