A Twisted Faith Novels & Stories

How I always valued her. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t see Tiffany stroll into my office. No knock or introduction. She walks so confidently towards me and around my desk and stood in front of me. I looked at her with pure disgust. She drops to her knees and her hands grabbing onto my thighs. Trying to run her hands up to my shaft, and it tries to go to my belt. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and yank her up and I stood tall. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” Pyro lacing my voice. Tiffany starts to shake terrified.

It was one of the days when Winter seek out of her house to come around and earn some money, it was a lucky day for her as she got a one day job at car cleaning centre where she has to clean car’s at the signal and could earn little, She found this strange man who looked familiar, he was glaring at her, he got out and dragged her at the corner, she was perplexed, who was it but suddenly she felt pain in her arm, he was demeaning her for an explanation, but she didn’t know of what, she was struggling and feeling that the guy was molesting her soon tears gather in her arm and she saw people whispering and looking at her; luckily she had her masks but it was really humiliating, she felt the man

she said gently. Still, I said nothing. I did not want to talk to her. Not right now. Because deep down, I felt she knew something. She was his assistant, his right hand. How could she not know? That made her part of it too. Whether she meant to be or not, I could not trust her in that moment. Everything felt too heavy. Nothing made sense. I had been thrown into something far bigger than me. Something twisted. And I was the only one in the dark.

Claire’s heart twisted painfully. Stay? Leave? Could she trust him? Could she trust herself? The choice loomed before her, vast and terrifying. But for now, she only leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to hope. Even if it was dangerous. Even if it was foolish. Because sometimes, hope was all you had left. ---

It took me a lot of effort to drift my mind away from them. “I'm glad you're enjoying your stay here so far” this time it was Russo that spoke. His smile was bright and if I didn't know any better, he looked almost genuine. I realized that Roman and I had one thing in common. Enemies within our own families. I knew what it was like to be betrayed by someone you trusted with your life. I felt sympathy for him. I doubted that I would ever be able to gather the courage of telling him that his own brother was plotting against him.

Elthara stood at its heart, her hands trembling but open, palms facing the sky as if ready to receive or release something older than language. The Spiral did not speak again. It watched—not with judgment, but with ancient hunger. Not for her pain. Not even for her truth. But for the moment truth became real. Her twin lowered his arms, the fire around him dimming as he stepped back, his eyes no longer glowing with duty but with something quieter. Faith. Elthara inhaled. And the name rose. Not Elthara. Not the name whispered by the Order or the name she screamed the day she chose to survive.

She was not being able to make sense of anything as everything was going above her head and in frustration, she shouted," I don't know how to go out from here! If what you are saying is true and I am sleeping, then I don't even know how to wake up!!!" Nia sat down and begin to cry. She was confused and scared. That voice spoke again and replied in a soothing voice," Hey! Don't cry. I know you are scared and all of this is not making any sense to you.... but that is not your fault. It is all because you are not introduced to our world, yet. You have to trust me. I am a part of you. You would know about everything, soon. But, For now, please try to wake up."

“I think you’re confusing proximity with possession.” “Oh, please,” Isabella snapped. “You’re not even his type.” Ainara tilted her head. “And you are?” Isabella’s jaw clenched. “He used to worship me.” “Used to,” Ainara said, voice like silk. “That’s the operative word.” Isabella stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “You’re disgusting. You’re his stepsister.” Ainara didn’t blink. “And you’re in my office, throwing a tantrum.”

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth