Be Prepared A Twisted Tale Novels & Stories

I get wet just thinking about that day, I would touch myself sometimes imagining it was my juices running down his body that day. I catch a glance of him walking out of his office. I quickly brushed my hair into place and applied extra lip gloss . I pulled at the hem of my work tank top, exposing more cleavage than I should have, I pull my already short, and tight skirt up, my thighs on full display. “We are going back to mine” I quickly tell my driver as Dave approached my car smiling like a boy at a candy shore. He opens the door and I see his expression drop immediately, his eyes glazed over for just a bit.

This is a disaster. "Calm down! We need to figure out a way to do this cleanly." "Clean? He’s seen our faces! Forget clean—just get it done!" Them being ignorant didn't know that Tales has been working at the rope binding his wrists for the past several minutes. The coarse fibers had wear away just enough, and with one final push, his hands were free. Yet, Tales stayed perfectly still, waiting for the right moment.

It was like the full moon event all over again as multiple werewolves rushed into the room. The only difference now is that we were prepared…

And most importantly, what did they want with us? "I hope you can swim," the one at my back whose dark mask had red stitching on one cheek said. "Are we going for a swim?" My blonde friend asked. The other one chuckled, "Something like that." With a grimace, red stitching bent and pushed open a hole in the ground covered by a metal lid. The smell that wafted up was rancid. I covered my nose and my eyes watered. "What's in there?" Trish asked in a small, unsure voice.

"Tell me who sent you here. I will not do anything to you. I will not hurt you just tell me the truth. Tell me why you look like my wife." My heart clenched when I heard something in his voice. He sounded... begging. I swallowed hard. I wanted to remain strong infront of him. "I am probably her long lost twin sister." I do not know if I am making any sense but do I have to be? No. I do not. It is better for me to be nonsense. Greval is smarter than what I have expected him to be. He will try to twist my mind by his words. He can able to make me admit without me even realizing it. And that is the reason why he is the most cruel Don. He knows how to play games without you even knowing that you

We decided for a French omelet with sheet pan baked sausages and blueberry banana- nut smoothie. After it was done I went to the outside table where they were alright sitting in wait for their meal. I served them and left from there. “Listen,” Andre me and I turn to look at him. “I got a call from work and they are hosting a five years in business party tonight. Everyone know me as an all rounder and I will be receiving a reward tonight because of that. Though I hate it I have to take you with me as it’s a formalities. So you’re going to get there and be a useless trophy wife you are and I dare you to embarrass me or even try of double crossing me.”

It was only fair to call him old man. He lept out of his throne before, I could blink and came behind me, holding both my wrists in one hand and tugged them down so I was sitting on my heels. I felt the unmistakable cold metal of a knife against my artery. "Now, confess your sin." I tilted my head up and looked at him incredulously, then narrowed my eyes at him. "I have done no such thing. I haven't committed any sin." I said with false bravado, but one of his hands landed in my hair, twisting the red roots and and arching my head up even further. Now I was really scared.

“I want your resignation letter on my desk within the hour. And if you try to spread any rumors or sell any stories about our… encounter… I will bury you. Do you understand?” Emilia felt the hope she had built crumbling around her. Not again. She couldn't lose everything again. But this time, something was different. This time, she wasn't the naive girl who trusted everyone. This time, she wasn't going to run away crying. She straightened her spine and looked Sebastian's Cross directly in the eye. “No.” Sebastian blinked. “Excuse me?”

she whispered, every word dripping with teasing intent. Malik watched them, a quiet observer, as the subtle tension between desire and jealousy wrapped around all three of them. Imani’s pulse raced—not just from Zariah’s teasing, but from the way Malik’s steady presence, quiet intensity, and restrained fire amplified every sensation. The space between them was electric, charged with anticipation, desire, and intimacy, and she knew—tonight, everything would stretch further.

He went into the kitchen and came out a little later carrying a glass of cold water. He enquired, "What happened at the wedding?" as I was sipping. He spoke in a kind, friendly tone. I hesitated and froze. However, something about Alex's sympathetic stare calmed me down. I spilt my guts, telling about Henry's unexpected arrival, the charge, and the devastating fallout.