Wickedly Yours Novels & Stories

In both the Lycans and werewolf communities, the words ‘mine’ and ‘yours’ have strong connotations, signifying that one is the other’s mate, bonded by the Moon Goddess. So, when Lucianne used the word ‘yours’, loosely interpreted, meant her. Her question may be asking how Xandar would react if someone took her away from him. That was not a good thing to ask, especially when he almost lost control with the rogue Lycan that morning during the interrogation.

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

“Louder.” “I’m yours, Vincent! Fuck—I’m yours!”

"You are too full of yourself, Mr. Carancho. Not all girls will bow down to you. Not me. If you don't want the deal, then just put my parents in jail-" "Sage! What are you saying?!" Mom shouted. I looked at them coldly, trying to waken my evil side, but then, I didn't want to see them behind bars, especially if I knew that they were innocent. I sighed and shot the man in front of me with death glares, "No wedding. Just signing of papers. That's final. And yes, I don't want your lips, Mr. Your lips looks so cheap." I simpered to show my claim, but honestly, his thin lips are beautifully made, look so lucious and hydrated, and I won't tell him that!

He mouthed. “Fuck you! And you too.” She said the last part to Vincent who chuckled. A gay crossdressing dude, a sassy lady, and a friend-proclaimed playboy. It looked like Vincent had finally found his own people.

Damn, what a temptation she is. Not edited

Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in. “Hey, Maddie! Back for another round already?!” A buff, naked stud with a thick, veiny monster cock that had plowed her senseless more times than she could count walked over, his cock swinging amid the haze of smoke and moans. Maddie smirked, eyeing his meat. “You know I can’t stay away.” Fernand squinted at her, smirking. “Girl, are you ever satisfied?” Maddison tilted her head with a smile. “You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.”

And once you’re seen in Willow Creek— There’s no going back.

“You must really like seeing me fall then.” I chuckled. Fun was the least of it. I couldn't handle seeing him fall or get hurt...but he didn't need to know that. “You should ask yourself why you do that often.” I regretted it the moment the words came out. Bitting my lips and watching him, he didn't quite seem bothered. To the contrary, he laughed. “Probably one of the spells you have on me, Medusa.” I lifted a brow at him. “What’s that?” “A witch from Percy Jackson, ” he said with his lips curled up.