A Twisted Faith Novels & Stories

“You fight so sweetly, Elias. Your cock is still throbbing, though. I can feel it. Leaking already. Does it shame you that your body wants what your mouth rejects?” I breathe through my teeth. My shaft pulses with every heartbeat. I press the heel of my hand against it through my cassock, trying to will it down. It only sharpens the ache. Guilt and anger twist together in my chest. This is my church. I have given everything to stand here. I will not fall to cheap temptation. She keeps talking in that sweet tone again, as if we are having a normal conversation.

“I have to be really twisted to…” Ria scoffed. “Who isn't?” She asked loudly. “Huh?” “Who isn't twisted, Brit? We're humans. We're all twisted up and sick in our minds, head and soul. In one way or the other. Some people us are more twisted than others.” “Some are twisted up in a good way and some of us–like Zayne – is twisted up in terrible ways.” Huh? I've never heard anything like that in my life. But why the hell did it sound…accurate?

Bone-chilling, dark, austral long nights will replace the whole sunny, bright mood in a blink of eye. I arise from my chair, totally prepared to see the unusual things that are surrounding the house that gives this negative feeling to me. That’s when I see the piece of paper on the kitchen counter that is pressed under the mug. It’s a letter. Brian, Last night was the happiest and also the saddest night of my life. Happiest because the man I fell in love with confessed his feelings to me, and I felt like the luckiest woman on the planet. Worst because the man who said to love me doesn’t have faith in me at all. He judges everything in his life with his past shadows, including me, and that ma

Everywhere was dark. He slowly got up and put on the lights in his bedroom. He walked out of his bedroom and came by the staircase. He saw his parents on their kneels. He found it hard to believe that Wyatt was pointing a gun at them. "Please..... please kill me,Wyatt....Just have mercy on my family... I'm begging you"Tobias pleaded as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Wyatt aimed at his mother, Martha. He pulled the trigger.... It was as if he was watching a movie....

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

“You’re insane. Even if I considered this… arrangement… people would see right through it. They’d know it’s fake.” “Not if we play it right.” His gaze was unwavering, unflinching. “You’ll be protected. Your name will be rebuilt. You’ll have resources, allies, and safety. In exchange, I get exactly what I need: the image of a stable man with a wife beside him.” “And my feelings?” i snapped with a breaking voice. “My life? Does any of that matter, or am I just a pawn in your perfect plan?”

"I nееd you to trust mе, to havе faith in mе. I'll makе things right, I swеar it. But for now, I nееd you to stay strong, to bе patiеnt." Sarah barkеd out a harsh laugh, shaking hеr hеad in disbеliеf, hеr еyеs glittеring with unshеd tеars that stung likе acid. "Patiеnt?" shе еchoеd, hеr voicе lacеd with dеrision, dripping with thе bittеr drеgs of hеr shattеrеd drеams. "You want mе to bе patiеnt whilе you go back to hеr, but spеnding just a night with mе, holding mе in your arms, is too much to ask?"

“If she is, she’s not the same person you remember.” “What do you mean?” He set the papers down and finally met my gaze. “Sergei doesn’t just hide people. He rewrites them. Names, memories, allegiances—everything. If Isabella’s been under his influence for this long…” He didn’t have to finish. I already understood. “She could be working for him,” I said softly. “Or worse,” he replied. “She might believe he saved her.” That thought hollowed me out. I turned back to the window, tears welling in my eyes.

The repercussions of crafting an intricate series of lies about my identity were far more severe than expected. The first deception regarding my background created discord within the office, and my fear of being discovered kept me silent. However, truth inevitably comes to light despite how elaborate the secrets and deceptions are. The burden of my concealed realities now bears down on me, as the exposure of my dishonesty triggers a series of events that could alter the course of my entire existence. "Marry me or get fired!" His harsh and uncompromising tone pierced through the air, ensnarling me with his gaze. His rebellious grin leaves me bewildered by a choice that could bind my destiny t

Crossing his arms over his chest he looks at him expectantly. “She's a twin.” “Get to the point.” “I- I think that was the point.” Sanele looks at Snakes with pursed lips. Snakes raise his eyebrow, he nods in understanding as he retrieves his phone to play some game on it. “Right, go on.”