A Twisted Faith Novels & Stories

Pausing a bit she turned towards Kabir and said, “Hey, what more can you tell about this Faith of the Blue?” Kabir pouted his mouth and said, “Sorry Goofy that was all I had. But, I sure can find out.” Nezeira’s eyes glistened. She stood up and said, “Then do it, please. I believe our answers lie with this Faith. Is there any living person, vampire or werewolf who was one or still is a person of this Faith?” Kabir, “Not that I know off. The Faith has been scattered a long time ago but you never know. I'll do something serious digging and I am sure we’ll hit something Goofy, don’t worry.”

, he said in an eerie tone. She got goosebumps all over, she spat in his face, “ Happy, Jesus Christ, go to hell", she said, turning her face away. “ never put your face away from me again", he ordered pulling her by the chin to face him, she screamed in pain then like a twisted psycho he said in a happy mood, “ this is our new home, just you and me, we don't need the world".

The neon sign flickered — Java Haven — casting an unsteady glow over the worn-out chairs. Sliding into a booth by the window, I pressed my palms against my face and exhaled. “What the hell just happened?” I muttered under my breath. I left him. Mid-dance. Mid-sentence. I should’ve felt powerful. Like the heroine of my own story — bold, untouchable. But instead, my mind was a mess of dark eyes and rough hands, of lips too close to my ear and a voice too smooth to be safe. I pulled out my phone and texted the only person who could untangle this madness.

Her eyes swollen from crying, her face was pale, but her gaze clearly showed wrath. She asked coldly, "What do you want, Sharon?" Sharon stopped, the words lodged in her throat. "I want to fix this," she said quietly. "I want to make things right between us." With her arms still crossed, Isabella laughed sourly as she walked squarely into the doorway. "Do you think you can fix this? So you believe you could make all of this right? Sharon, you already ruined everything. My trust in you, my relationship with Davis, my whole life all of it is falling apart because of you." Though she forced herself to remain cool,

He patted him on the back, and they had a good laugh afterward. Sandra walked into the administrative building of the college with her forms in her hands as she quickly said a silent prayer inside. Her mother was very religious and had always emphasized the importance of prayers to them when they were younger. Today, she thought aloud that God would hear my prayers. She opened the door and saw a few students standing in a queue. She quickly read the sign which pointed her to the far end of the hall. Thank God she gasped, only four students were standing in the queue. She hoped it was a very quick process. As they called out to her, she quickly handed over the form to the administrative offic

Winter said, "Don't try to be smart. Alpha Rigie is being generous by choosing you so be happy or else we would have thrown you over to a drunkard for being a b*itch." Faith didn't move from her place. Winter grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs, threw her into the room and locked the door from outside. Faith feel on the floor and wept. She could think of anything now. What was she supposed to do?!

"Well, yes, but they've taken something that someone said at one time and twisted it to their way of thinking?" She grew quiet, and he could see twenty years of teaching fighting for control. Faith was smart, and he had not pegged her as a blind follower of the blind. She didn't disappoint him. "We just take it on faith." By the look in her eyes, he could see she had trouble swallowing the cliché.

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.

Faith should heal, but this time it burned. I felt it before anyone spoke. The bond twisted. Not violently. Not gently. It shifted like something learning a new shape. “Kieran,” I said, my voice low, careful. “Do you feel that?” He nodded once. “Yes.” His answer came too fast. Too sure. My chest tightened. “What is it?” “Faith,” he said. “But not the kind we want.” The words sat heavy between us.

We were slowly unbundling the nerves she wired herself up in, making her the way we know her, bring her back to us. “Y-yes…” “That's right! Who do you belong to?” Wait for Tiger to melt your pants with his heavy accent: “You; both of you. I belong with you. I belong to you!” Faith replied quickly snaking her body that was sandwiched between us. “Good! Now we are going to fuck those crazy thoughts out of you okay? Hard. Very very very very Hard!” Good heavens I love Hardin! ~~~ HARDIN