#wicked secrets

[the-one-real-katyees]

Currently prepping the Night Sow by Free league publishing.

Since I will run it among friends who are a bit touchy with horror themes, but like cthulhu, I will run it as an investigation.

A group of free spirited friends will visit the Mölle Seasde Hotel, cause their dear friend Olga has been vacating there for more than a week and is overly excited about the location.

yes, a bit far fetched, but the players are familiar with time constraints and RPGs, so they will understand.

[anitabyars]

Book overview

A sexy, suspenseful standalone...

There is a moment we all secretly crave, the moment when we look into another human's eyes, and feel the world spin beneath our feet. And it happened to me. I fell in lust and love, and everyday with him was passion and happiness. He was the other half of me and I trusted him more than I trusted myself at times. Then the truth came out and the truth was that he'd lied about his identity. He was not the man I thought he was at all. He was dangerous, so very dangerous, and I soon learned that I'd been a dove in a wolf's mouth, trusting I wouldn't be eaten alive.

The truth is that hiding would have been smart, I know this, of course, I know. But I wasn't giving up my life for a man who likely used me as a cover. He wouldn't be back and certainly didn't care that I was glass, slowly shattering inside, never healing, bleeding and bleeding some more.

Then one day it happened.

He came back.

Ashley's story - you met her in Dirty Boss, and now she's ready to tell her story. You do not need to read any book prior to this one.

Previously published as Dirty Rich Secrets.

My Review

5⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This story is full of wicked secrets, twists and turns, danger, suspense, deception, revenge and passion. From the moment I started reading I couldn’t put this one down, so caught up in the action packed suspense, intrigue and passion until I was finished.

This is Ashley “Sandy” and Noah “Aaron” journey and what a spicy, passionate, action packed, thrilling ride it is!

Ashley (Sandy) is all alone in witness protection after her ex-fiancé disappeared and she was informed that he was a CIA agent, that was an assassin, who turned traitor. Wishing she had never met, or fallen in love with a man who destroyed her life.

Now she is a travel agent named Sandy, fighting the constant urge to always look over her shoulder, and then one night she comes home to find that her locks have been changed and there in her bedroom is Noah (Aaron).

“I feel from my head to my toes, and I try to resist. I do, but he tastes like the only man I’ve ever loved. He feels like the only man I’ve ever loved. He smells like the man I thought I’d marry. He’s the only safe place I’ve known my entire life.”

Although they may still love one another the trust between them is gone. The tension and anger between them is so thick you can cut it with a knife. But with powerful enemies hunting them they must run to stay alive. Aaron promises that he will protect her, but she will need to also learn to protect herself in this dangerous world that is now their new reality.

Looking for help Ashley talks Noah into accepting help from the Walker Security Team but this part is intense at times due to past feelings and trust issues. But I loved seeing Blake, Smith, Adam and Savage work the situation to help these two as only they can do!

I loved the sizzling hot, chemistry between Ashley and Aaron and all the Spicy, passionate moments between these two as they fight for their love!

But to get to their HEA… they must figure out how to defeat their enemies and set everything right. Will they survive this roller coaster ride together? You will need to read to get all the thrilling and spicy details!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

[queenofheartsdeservedbetter]

I really, REALLY, don't know what I would do without books.

[denissepalacios21]

New / old video from Katie McGrath 💚

BTS FROM THE CONTINENTAL

[huggywuggysuppy]

Gem's POV: trying to be supportive of my FAILWIFE because I can't beat up her annoying ex myself and everyone else is too chicken to kill any of us.

Pearl's POV: everyone is so fun to mess with :) except Scar >:( oh look! shenanigans to join :D let's relax for a minute :) I would only kill mean people :/ except my wife :)

[willfreakbyers]

Big fan of whatever type of charachter this is

[bankofwildflowers]

Do you guys think that Kit sometimes begs for a taste of alcohol 'just to know what it's like' and Tessa has to hide because she can't even come up with a good argument?

Kit: but your son and his friends drank at seventeen! I've seen photos!! I can't believe your children were emptying tequila bottles and you won't even let me have a sip of wine

Tessa: that was the etiquette more than a hundred years ago. They were also married and had their own houses at the same age. I'm not going to enable you

Kit: this is so unfair and sad, alexa play despacito

Tessa: win a war and maybe we can talk. In fact, you can do all the dishes for a single week and then we can talk

Kit: okay, they had servants to do the dishes, and hi didn't you put wards around cirenworth expressly to prevent me from entering a war?? This is an unequal argument and you KNOW it

Tessa: *bangs her head on the wall*

[seraphimankh]

Gentle Touch

A big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to @ichiwashername-o!!! Happy birthday, may your day be as awesome as you are~

[ichiwashername-o]

Dorothy and Scarecrow get some new drip!!!!

I'm very pleased with Scarecrow's outfit. Thank you Pinterest for being an endless source of inspiration as I know jackshit about fashion or designing clothes XD

Dorothy I kept pretty simple and kept to her original blue color palette. Green travel cloak because of course something of hers has gotta be green while she's in the Emerald City.

The gang gets a spa day and a fresh set of clothes, because they deserve it.

They better enjoy it while it lasts because ho boy does it all go rapidly downhill from here :)

Also enjoy this stupid bonus doodle as Dorothy's thinking what we're all thinking:

(Pst if you haven't already please check out the new chapter of Dangerous Secrets, out now!)

[pinkpastels113]

glinda: all i’m saying is that i would look good in it

elphaba: and all i’m saying is that you would look better without

glinda: what

elphaba: what

[rinadragomir]

A scene from Wicked Powers, in which Dru and Ash face goblins. By EK Belsher.

HIS ATTITUDE?! My boy is serving cunt💅DRU IS SHINING SO BRIGHT THE QUEEN I'm crying they're so pretty

[at-wicks-end]

in another life (you still would've turned my head) ; jw

vampire!john wick x reader fluff !! (lowkey a reincarnation au) ~2.5k words

notes: this fic is written for @treedaddymcpuffpuff for the keanuverse secret santa event hosted by @97keanu <333 i hope you like this!!! this is probably the longest thing i've written on this blog 😵‍💫 happy holidays🩷

John cares little for the snow. It’s not that he found it cumbersome or annoying; it’s just that when one has lived for as long as he has, shoveling the snow from the driveway becomes a little too tedious, even for one well-versed in tedious matters. Such was the nature of immortality—given enough time, even the most unique, spectacular experience becomes boring after a century. 

This task becomes herculean (or Sisyphean, John corrects himself) when said driveway was practically a third of the length of his entire estate, which was also in the middle of the woods. His eye twitches at the thought of the snow that would inevitably impede the driving of his beloved Mustang to the nearest town. With a heavy sigh, John casts one longing look at his car, as spotless and as pristine as the day he got it decades ago. He’ll wait for the winter to pass before he brings out his car for a drive. For now, he thinks reluctantly, he’ll walk. He has more than enough time anyway.

It doesn’t take long for him to get ready. All he does is put on his long coat and wrap a scarf around his neck before heading out. He has no need for it, but it’s easier to pretend to need it than to deal with the constant concerned looks from the townspeople as he walks around. It also helped him blend in with the rest of the people walking around, doing some last-minute gift shopping for loved ones at those ridiculously overpriced boutiques. John blows out the candles in the hallways as he walks to the foyer, running a mental checklist of the things he had to put out or turn off before leaving.

Dog—yes, Dog. Comments about his creativity are not welcome—approaches him with a wagging tail, the soft clicks of his claws on the hardwood floors reminding John that he had to trim them again soon. 

“Hello,” John says warmly, squatting down to pet Dog. “You can’t come with me tonight. I’ll be walking, and it’s too cold.”

Dog woofs once, as if to complain.  John chuckles to himself, ruffling his soft fur before straightening himself. “You’ll be fine. I’ve already fed you dinner, haven’t I? I’ll be back later.”

After one last brief round through the manor, John mildly regrets killing the last butler, if only so he had someone else to do the tedious tasks instead. But then again, the last butler turned out to be some vampire hunter wannabe who slipped silver oxide in his tea one night. That gave him quite the sore throat, John thinks bitterly, locking the doors behind him. The poor man was stupid enough to think that a little silver oxide would be able to take him down completely, and didn’t even bother to bring a weapon. Truthfully, it was a bit insulting.

John trudges through the snow, out of his estate and into the woods. It would take him half an hour to get to town, and by then it’ll be almost ten in the evening. The town and its warm lights strung through trees and lampposts will be winding down by then, shop lights shutting off one by one. All the better for him; the fewer humans around him, the safer it was. At almost three centuries of existence, John was already well-versed in resisting temptation, but it didn’t mean he was fond of placing himself in situations where he could potentially snap. 

Behind him, his manor fades into the darkness, looking abandoned and more dilapidated than it truly is. For a moment, John squints at one of the towers. Hm. he’ll have to take a look at the top window sometime soon; it looked to be on the verge of falling apart.

He walks through the forest in silence, with no other sound to accompany him other than the sound of crunching snow beneath his boots and the occasional birdsong. John allows his thoughts to wander, his mind flitting from events that had happened over a decade ago and wondering what he would do a week from now. The year was coming to an end, and Winston no doubt is itching to drag him to the Continental for the Winter Ball.

Yeah, right. John snorts. Invite a bunch of vampires to one place. Never ends well.

The previous year, the D’Antonio siblings caused quite a scene by bringing untrained, unmarked humans into the venue. The younger vamps could barely resist tearing the poor things apart. At the very least, it had provided enough entertainment for the rest of the evening, according to Koji, an old friend of his.

He should probably give him a call this Christmas if only to check in, John muses. And send over a gift for Akira. What does one give to a young vampling these days anyway?

He’s snapped from his reverie at the sound of grumbling. He freezes, straining his ears to understand what the voice is saying.

“...this is so stupid. Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea? God. I’m gonna get eaten by wolves…”

There are no wolves in the area, John can attest to that, but this human seemed lost. And most certainly not a local, if they were out in the woods at night. He purses his lips, turning his head from the direction of the voice to the general direction of the town. He should be close by now, and the blood dealer was likely there already. John could just leave the unknown voice there to fend for themselves and potentially freeze in the dark. 

But what the hell, he thinks. It’s Christmas. This can be his good deed of the year.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he takes a sharp turn to the right and makes his way to the voice. His eyesight meant that the dark of night wasn’t truly dark to him, but he supposes that to a human, this was close to pitch black. It doesn’t take long for him to spot a figure huddled by the root of a tree in the dark, angrily poking at what looked to be their phone. Humans and their smartphones, John sighs internally.

“Hello,” he says slowly, not wanting to scare them. “Are you lost?”

The human flinches, looking up at him with wide eyes. Moonlight shines on their face just so, and John swears his undead heart would be pounding if it still could.

Oh, he thinks, breathless. It’s you.

You really shouldn’t have come here, you think mournfully. Your roommate brought you along with her for the holidays, feeling bad that you were going to be left in the apartment by yourself. It seemed like a good idea at the time, until you got to her hometown and she promptly dropped you off at the local inn and said goodbye for the week. After asking around for fun activities to do (that had nothing to do with the holidays, thank you very much), one of the younger locals suggested geocaching, now that quite a handful of people were developing an interest in it too. He told you to download an app that should explain things better, and you spent the better part of the afternoon looking things up.

This is supposed to be your third spot to check out, but the signal got worse somewhere along the way, and now your phone is dead too. Just your fucking luck. Somewhere, someone must be actively praying for your downfall because what do you mean you’re now stuck in the middle of the woods at night? You groan, angrily poking at the black screen of your phone when a voice calls out to you. 

“Hello. Are you lost?”

It’s a true testament to your strength, your bravery, your iron will, that you did not shit yourself at the sound of the voice. You look up at the tall stranger with wide eyes, noting that holy shit this man is gorgeous and you probably look like you’ve been crawling through all sorts of nooks and crannies all afternoon. Which you have been. So. 

“Hi,” you squeak. Okay. He doesn’t seem like an ax murderer, judging by his nice clothing…? Every bit of information you learned in those true crime podcasts you listen to has flown out of your brain, leaving you looking up at the stranger with your mouth parted.

The tall, dark, and handsome stranger looks at you for a moment before offering you a hand. “The town is that way,” he gestures somewhere to the left. “I’m… John.”

You mumble your name, taking his hand in a daze. Of course, you would meet an absolute Adonis on the worst day of your life (an exaggeration). You try not to swoon at his firm grip, or how he easily pulls you upright without so much as a sharp exhale. Whew. This is a man, you think dreamily, nothing like those slimy finance bros back in the city. Perhaps it’s your turn for a Hallmark movie romance. You, the city slicker with a hatred for the holidays, and this man, the local who’ll teach you the true meaning of Christmas. 

He repeats your name quietly, nodding. “I’m headed to town. We can walk together, if you want.” 

“I’d like that,” you respond, feeling breathless all of a sudden. Get ahold of yourself, you think desperately. You can’t fold for the first hot man that you see in the woods!

Your dreams of a budding romance, are crushed, however, when no further words are exchanged. Stealing glances at John’s (very handsome) side profile does nothing for your flushed cheeks, and his shy smile whenever he catches you staring makes you melt internally. The distant lights of the town coming into view make your heart sink. 

He appears to take pity for your plight and breaks the silence first. “Are you only visiting here?”

“Yeah,” you reply quickly. Too quickly. You swallow thickly, trying to play off your embarrassment. “I mean, yeah, My roommate just brought me along, so…”

“I see.” He nods. “How are you liking this place so far?”

“It’s like a Christmas village,” you say with disdain. The corners of John’s lips quirk up.

“I’m hearing some distaste in your tone.” He notes, amusement in his voice.

You scrunch your nose. “I don’t like Christmas.”

“Oh?”

“I just don’t like it,” you shrug. “You?”

John pauses, thinking for a moment. “I don’t mind it. I don’t think too much of it.”

“Pretty hard to do when it’s so… in your face,” you quip. 

“I’m good at focusing on what truly matters,” he says coolly, his gaze suddenly serious. Your cheeks feel hot again. 

“Oh. That’s nice.” You mumble, looking away, feeling strangely flustered. Are all handsome men just way too intense for their own good? “Are you a, uh, local?”

“Yeah,” he confirms, tilting his head towards you with a small smirk. “A local of the Christmas village.”

“It’s not a bad thing!” You laugh, caught off guard by his sudden teasing. “It’s just not for me, I’m sorry!”

He laughs with you, his deep voice almost melting into the cold winter breeze. Something inside you feels warm at the sight of his smile, and it’s not just because you think this man is hot. He doesn’t feel like a stranger, you think curiously. He feels strangely familiar, as if you’ve known the sound of his laughter for years. There’s a voice in the back of your mind that’s begging you to take his hand, to savor the warmth of his skin against yours and⁠—

“We’re almost there,” he states, looking straight ahead.

Oh. Right.

“Thanks,” you say softly, looking at him. “For helping me back there.”

John only shrugs, his features warmed by the light from the lamppost just straight ahead. “I have a knack for helping strays.” He smiles as if joking. “And I think you’ll find that you have a knack for being in the right place at the right time.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow. “‘Cause I met you, is that it?”

He gives you that smile again, as if he knows something you don’t. As if you should know what he’s talking about too. It should unnerve you, but it doesn’t. “Something like that.” 

The two of you eventually stop walking just in front of the stall selling mulled wine. “Well, this is me,” you say reluctantly. As charmed as you are by this man, you’ve retained enough of your common sense to not reveal just where exactly you’re staying for now. (If he wants to come up to your room for  a late night something, well… maybe you’re not totally against the idea.) “I’m gonna go walk around before I turn in for the night. You?”

“I’m meeting an acquaintance,” he replies, putting his hands in his pockets. Strange. He isn’t wearing gloves. 

“Good night, John.” You smile, reluctant to leave his side for some godforsaken reason. “I’ll see you around?”

“You will see me around the Christmas village, yes,” he replies, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Good night, solnishko.”

Little sun. 

How do you know that?

You wave goodbye, dazed, watching as he disappears into the crowd. Your chest aches at the sight of him leaving, but you ignore it, deciding it’s time to turn in for the night after all. It’s been a long day of gallivanting, and getting lost in the woods did no favors for your poor feet. Sighing softly, you imagine the relief of finally taking off these godforsaken boots and warming up by the fire. You’re gonna sleep so good tonight.

Giving one last longing look in the direction John went, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever see him again. It’s just because he’s hot, you tell yourself. Yes, that’s just it. Nothing to do with how his voice makes your stomach do somersaults. 

(You will see him again, one way or another. Like John said, you have a knack for being in the right place at the right time, even when you don’t remember him. John only allowed the night to slip from his grasp knowing that the universe will inevitably bring you back to him, as it has many times before.)

(As it will continue to do so, for as long as your soul remembers him even when your mind does not. For now, John is determined to make you fall in love with him all over again until you have to leave.) 

John watches you walk to the local inn from afar, hidden in the shadows. So you hate Christmas this time, he chuckles to himself. That’s alright. So long as you still like him, he can make it work.

He’ll make it work.

post-fic yap: there we go!! i have never actually experienced snow in my life so i'm sorry if it's not super accurate :')) i really wanted to add some more stuff but my health has been in the dumps so i just did my best🥲 again, happy holidays! i hope i did your prompt justice🥹

[tys-kitty]

I just can‘t stop thinking about the fact that Kit probably partly said yes to living with Tessa and Jem because not one Blackthorn came to check on him when he spent his days in the Silent City after the battle in QOAAD. He probably thought that they all hated him after what happened with Ty. This also gets really clear in SOBH when Julian and Emma visited the Carstairs family:

[. . .]

[the-rebels-and-the-saints]

"Love means you see someone. That's all." - Julian Blackthorn, Lady Midnight

Alec was very still for a moment, barely breathing. Then, to Jace’s surprise, he reached out and ruffled Jace’s hair, the way an older brother might ruffle his younger sibling’s hair. His smile was cautious, but it was full of real affection. “Thanks for seeing me,” he said, and walked off down the tunnel.

Jace and Alec, City of Heavenly Fire.

"I didn't see you—you were this boy, following me around at school, and then I met you in Paris and you'd grown up and turned into Michelangelo's David. I thought you were beautiful."

Alastair and Thomas, Chain of Iron

“I never thought it would matter,” he said. “I thought by the time you were old enough to ask questions and demand answers, you wouldn’t be able to see me anymore.” Lucie felt as if a cold hand had been placed on her back. “Why wouldn’t I be able to see you?”

Lucie and Jesse, Chain of Gold (also, Idk if this is actually symbolic; it just feels like it)

Time is not fast or slow where I am. And yet it was long enough for me to feel like the whole world was disappearing, like there was nothing else in it except Kit and Ty looking at each other.

Livvy about Kit and Ty, Secrets of Blackthorn Hall

There may be more, but I went through a lot of TSC books just to get these few parallels, so tell me what I've missed.

Tagging @wikitpowers just because I like her name.

[acornered]

I'm so Gelphie-pilled rn should I finish this???

[queenofheartsdeservedbetter]

My personality is based on the books I'm reading, so sorry for being a different person every week