Novel & Cerita A Twisted Love Story

All the odds were stacked against them. They were Enemies. The hate went too far between them. The wall of hate was too strong. The Vengeance colder that it ever could be. Betrayal ran through them. Hearts were too broken to be given to anyone. And yet none of it was enough to keep them apart. Beast finally leaned in to let his lips touch hers softly. Too delicately that Ana barely felt the touch yet felt it soothing the ache in her heart.

Mia scurried away as Sofia inched closer to him. “I want to know what it’s truly about” He whispered. “It’s about us. It’s about the story of us” Sofia whispered and her eyes dropped to the stand right behind him, across the lasciviously beautiful book cover and the name across it—A Deal With Mr Baron. Truly, this book was about their story. About two people so different that they could swear they weren’t for each other but fate has a real funny way of laughing in our faces. Even after so long, even after so much had changed.

he sighed, shaking his head. “Why can’t you just admit that you love her?” I just froze at that question. Never in my life did I expect Nazar to bring up something like that… and with zero mockery in his voice. “I’m not sure,” I sighed, deciding to speak honestly. “Well, I am sure,” my twin said firmly. “I tried to provoke you into showing some real emotion, but you’re even more stubborn than I am! You’re crazy about her, whether you admit it or not! And what pisses me off the most is that you won’t even admit it to yourself! Why?”

Love-making wasn’t about bodies anymore. It was about presence. About choosing each other without losing yourself. When his arms wrapped around me, I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It felt steady. Human. Real. “I can’t unsee what you did,” I whispered. He tightened his hold slightly. “I know.” “But I can choose what I do with it.” He kissed my hair. “And what are you choosing?” I pulled back enough to look at him. “I’m choosing myself first,” I said softly. “And then… maybe us.”

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

Basilio DiLustro, on the other hand, I devoured all I could find. One day, Basilio would become head of the New York Syndicate. And he was just as deadly, if not more, than his father. Although, he didn’t strike me as being as cruel as the infamous Gio DiLustro. After all, he caught me falling off the balcony. It was kind of romantic, if you really thought about it. Like a Romeo and Juliette kind of romance. My brows furrowed. Those two had a tragic love story. Maybe I should refrain from that comparison.

Though the girl’s father turned their love marriage into a business deal, neither of the two were forced to do this. So why did they run away? Both of them just left one note in their rooms. Both the notes had just one small string of words: I am leaving. Just these three words written in plain black ink. Nothing else. “You don’t have to worry about that, Alex. I have another daughter. She’ll take her sister’s place.” Adam Walker says with a sickly evil smirk. This man… “Nonsense! Aviana is too young for all this! You can’t expect us to let you do such a crime and spoil that poor girl’s life!” My mother, Veronica Knight, argues.

"You don't want to marry me if I'll keep kissing Alice, but you don't want me to break up with her either. So, what am I supposed to do? Tell me." "Maybe we should just stay apart, for now." "I don't wanna be apart from you, okay. I want you." He said looking deep into my eyes as if he was talking to my soul. "I want you too, Yoké." I said, feeling so sad. "But maybe we have to do this. There's always light at the end of the tunnel, right? We are in the tunnel, and we're walking towards the end, to the light. If we want to make it out, we can't walk next to each other, hand in hand. We'll just get hurt. One should walk in front, and the other behind. That's the only way we'll walk out of thi

I love her dad I can do anything for her if to gain her trust I have to die I can do this also..... I show her that I change myself because there are so many reasons for this.... So how is twist guys? Ibrahim is still the same person he was in he is showing that he is change but in reality he didn't change why he do all this you will know in the next chapter hope you all like this twist also don't forget to tell me in the review section what

"Stop it!" But the memory wouldn't stop. Late that night, in the Alpha and Luna's bedroom. Richard and Isadora smiled at me. "We already have your ceremony dress ready. Have you tried it on?" Isadora walked over and gave me a deep hug, just like she always did. Richard moved to join the hug, wrapping his arms around us both. In that moment, I plunged a syringe into each of their hearts. The needles slid into their veins. The poison worked fast. They died in each other's arms, their faces peaceful at last.