Twist Novels & Stories

"And be crushed with your company? No thanks. I think following you will benefit me a lot instead. See? I am loyal to you now. You better pay me a triple amount of a secretary's regular salary every month, okay?" "...You are really a fool." "What are you—Oops. Sorry." Hansel suddenly bumped into a girl who is bringing several books in her arms. He quickly crouches down to pick up the books and give them back to the girl. Hansel smiled at her and apologizes for bumping into her. The girl also apologizes for her clumsiness before her gaze slowly falls on Keith who is waiting for Hansel. Keith only gives the girl a glance before calling for Hansel to hurry up.

But this is not the vibe I want, so I drag Alex by his hand to the dance floor, put his hand around my waist, and ask him to follow my lead. He wants to leave, but I refuse to let him and wrap my hand around his neck while our faces are just a few inches away from each other. We lock eyes as we move our bodies to the music's rhythm, and I let out a small smile, which he returns. Suddenly, I feel a shift, and our faces start moving closer to each other. I can feel his breath on me. It definitely wouldn't hurt to just have a taste of his lips right now, so I decide to give it a shot.

Potatoes that need to be mashed. We get into our stances, and I go on the attack this time. I use a move I've used a hundred times before. I twist when I expect him to reach for me, and instead of moving forward so I can kick him in the back, Wyatt counters my twist and sweeps my legs out from under me. I land on my back, and I bounce back up angrily.

Nothing. Seconds. Minutes. Hours- spent tossing and turning. My mind remained obsessing over Isabella Montano, the girl who's world was nothing but toxic.

she asked different question and tried to recall what happened to her. She had just entered into the bathroom when a strange wind blew around her. All she could hear at that moment was wish, wish, wish. The strange wind hovered around her and when she tried to run out of the bathroom she slipped and fall, crashing her head on the toilet seat before she blacked out. She brought her hand up to her head and gently rubbed on it to see if she had broken her head. It felt odd that her hair was short, but that didn’t bother her, what was more odd was why her body hurts much more, wasn’t it her head she broke.

Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs around my waist. I grip her waist, pulling her closer to me and she moans into the kiss. I trail kisses down to her neck and she grips at my hair. Her breaths turn raspy as I use my thumb to rub her over her clothes. "Erica," she says in a breathy moan.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

Her five fingers coiled around his wrist like a nimble serpent and twisted sharply clockwise. The twist struck with perfect timing, catching the instant he exerted force. Riding the momentum of his forward thrust, she added just a fraction more torque. A crisp "crack" sounded—not from a broken bone, but from the wrist joint being wrenched to its physiological limit. The man howled in pain, unable to hold onto the spear. It flew from his grip and crashed onto the bluestone steps with a loud clang. His body was pulled off balance by the twisting force, and he stumbled forward.

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

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