Within These Wicked Walls Novels & Stories

My eyes fluttered open,my body aching as though it had been wrung dry. Dim light bathed the stark stone walls around me. I lay on a simple bed,the linen coarse but warm. For a moment,I thought I was dreaming,until the cold reality of my journey came crashing back. My heart pounded as I sat up,my mind racing. The fortress was nothing like I had imagined. Stark stone walls,sparsely furnished spaces,and a deafening silence painted a picture of a life lived in solitude.

"The second you get me into your bed, you're not going to play nice." "No, princess. I promise I won't play nice." "I want boundaries. I want space. We pretend for everyone else, but in the privacy of our own home—" "In the privacy of our own home, you will be mine." The way he says it, so fierce and sure, it's the most attractive thing I've ever heard. "You said yourself that you're a bad actress. If I give you a single inch of space to fuck this up—" I try to wriggle away, but he keeps me there, now leaning forward to pin one of my wrists up above my head. I gasp, back arching, my chest rubbing against his.

And the thought struck him like thunder, he called Simon immediately. “Yes, Alpha?” Simon said. “I want you to go to the pack house and check the women and children. And I want you to patrol all the inside of the pack. I think this is some kind of trap. Go fast…” Alpha Dark said. After getting the orders, Simon ran inside the pack to check if everything was fine. The Pack House was the first place to go and check everything up. They have a dungeon in the pack house where they hide all the children and women. But Alpha Dark forgot to warn her daughter about the threat, so she is the only one sleeping in her room. And it is the first thought that came to Alpha Dark's mind. If she is okay or no

Women's screams of shock could be heard when he opened the door without warning. He did it on purpose. “Alex! What the fuck are you doing?!” Oh, of course, Alex knew what was going on in this room. That old fuck was fucking a bunch of whores but he didn't give a shit about it. Alex looked at him with a cold expression. Hansly Grissham was busy putting on his trousers and shirt as he calmed down the ladies. The two naked women hide themselves behind the blanket, looking at Alex with fear and shame.

David pov. “That hurt.” I muttered to myself as I leaned against the cold dungeon walls. These cells were colder and darker than the palace but with my wolf vision, I was able to see my surroundings. The cell was enough to fit in three or four inmates but there was just one chain on the wall. This cell was completely empty other than that. I suppose this was designed for the sole purpose of torturing their prisoners. The walls consisted of large bricks that seemed to have aged. I noticed small bugs and insects crawling across the floor and the walls. Some of them kept disappearing into small holes and cracks in the walls. The foul smell of the place, which possibly meant that this place had

The side facing the clearing is similar to the werewolve's area as it is one open wall. Even though I know that she is trying to appease the Witch Council, I do not like that it seems as if she is selling the werewolves short. That being said, as I walk back by their spectating box, I touch it slightly and sned it my wishes. Without going inside I know exactly what it is going to look like. The walls are going to be covered in pictures of wolves and witches walking through the woods together. These pictures are outlined in silver so that they stand out even if it is darker in there. Just to help with that, I also add some lanterns in there so that everybody can see just fine.

Baka nakakalimotan nila I’m a wicked dame, and wicked dame are very petty and cruel. I will exercise my right as a wicked dame, humanda kayo lahat kay Vice Captain Illiad! Akala nyo makakatakas kayo after niyo akong pagtulongan na di pansinin. The corner of my lips curve silently. I look at the dwarf who have a wrap expression on his face. I know, I also have that expression whenever they are things that I think won’t adheres to logic. “You got pretty lucky, if I did manage to scratch you just a little you would have probably be dead now.” I stated while smiling.

He could not afford to wince. If Jack saw that the Bastion was hurting, Jack’s flawless, divine peace would instantly shatter. Jack would start asking questions. Jack would look closer at the city. And if Jack looked too closely, he would see the blood on the floorboards. I am the wall, Marcus chanted silently in his mind, a gritty, desperate mantra. The wall doesn't bleed. The wall doesn't break.

The room's walls held the secrets of my teenage torment, a silent witness to the anguish that had stained my youth. In the dim glow, I could discern stains on the walls, perhaps remnants of my struggle all those years ago. It was as if time had frozen within these decaying walls, preserving the torment that still haunted me. The realization hit me with the weight of inevitability – Russians, the rivals of my brother have caught me once again to use me as a weakness of my brothers. Because in the end, that's what I am. A weakness. A ducking weakness who brings nothing but bad luck to my own brothers.

I turn on my heel rendering her speechless. I made my way up the lavish staircase, where fine and exquisite art hang up on the walls. I pass various doors till I came upon Stella D'Maria door. It wasn't hard to find, since her name was inscribe in cursive on a stainless steel plaque that was firmly planted on her door. I knock. No response. I knock again. Then I heard her velvet, smooth voice coming through the door. "Come in." I entered the room with caution. Taking in everything in my surrounding. The room was of a modern day penthouse setting. Everything screamed wealth and it was astounding to take in.