Wicked Within Novels & Stories

The devil inside her awakened. *********************************************

"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.

Wisdom kicked him several times. He picks her up and puts her on the bed with her hands in one of his hands, holding them over her head. Beauden opens her robe with his other hand. Wisdom is wiggling and trying to free her hands. Beauden's looking at her breast. "Perfect, the right size. My size. "He licks her nipple. "Stop fighting. I told you, you're mine. I want what's mine. Your body is mine to do with as I please. It's not like you're a virgin."

she asked him, licking her lips as she met his determined, unwavering gaze. Dakota glared back at the mysterious woman in front of him. He had never seen her before, but he could feel her powerful aura oozing out of her like lava. He had never felt anyone quite as strong as her. The woman oozed with dark magic, seemingly sucking the air out of the room like a black hole. Dakota raised his chin in the air defiantly, trying to keep the blush from appearing on his face. “That’s none of your fucking buisness, witch!” he snapped at the woman.

My hands that wanted to break had been restrained until he was right in front of me. “You can't, Lady because a part of you lives inside of me, and if you do, you'll pass away first.” “Alchemist, it would be lovely if you called me Wiccer.” “Unfortunately, Ravia must agree that owning two Wiccers is useless.”

Three days of being trapped in this room like a criminal while he decided what to do with his disappointing daughter. The black star on my palm throbbed with each heartbeat, a reminder of the magic I'd tasted and lost. The witch's spell had failed, but something had awakened inside me during those moments when her blood mixed with mine. Something dark and hungry that paced beneath my skin like a caged animal.

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?"

“You’ll survive.” Grammy slammed her palm against the table, cutting through the banter. “Listen. This fight will not be won by species. It will be won by unity. A dragon cannot hold without a witch’s ward. A vampire cannot move in sunlight without a wolf to guard his back. You will mingle. You will fight as one. Or you will die as many.” The tent went quiet again, the weight of her words pressing into every chest. Kael, perched on Serenya’s knee, tilted his head. “That’s what W.I.L.D. means,” he piped up. “We all fight together. We all win together.”