Beautiful And Twisted Novels & Stories

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

he said "That's fair" "But..he'll come for those around me" Adrian turned to look at Ashley. "Dubois works with men who seek revenge so they have no choice but to agree" he said "Adrian, that's the point. You know what Dubois wants, give it to him" Ashley said "Give what? Myself?" "No, Carol" Adrian paused and looked at her head to toe "You seem out of your mind" he dismissed. "Wait...Dubois only uses one's weakness against his victim" Ashley said "What is your weakness?" She asked

All I feel is curiosity. It's fucking twisted, I know. But if I'm being honest with myself... the image doesn't repulse me the way it should. I can see it: his hands in her hair while mine grip her hips. Her moaning both of our names. Her body giving in to both of us. And with Atticus being my twin, it would almost be like I'm watching myself with her. A mirror of lust, control, dominance, just split between two bodies.

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.

I said, lying to keep myself safe. “Very well. Do you think you're more beautiful without your makeup?” Ryan replied, turning to face Claire once more. This was a tricky question; It seemed like a trap. Claire wondered why he wanted to know what she felt about the subject. In the last few days, she had established the rich were terrible people and were never up to anything good. Ryan was one of them; he was at the top, and it was only natural that he turned out to be worse than they were.

Earning a throaty moan from her. "I never had such an amazing gift in my entire f*cking life," He growled. His hand went to his desired heaven as he caressed it slightly with his fingers to find it soaking wet as the girl trembled in his arms. "Fucking beautiful!" He growled as his fingers started caressing her intimacy. Hoor started whimpering and trembling at those sensations that rocked her body. His hand came up as he squeezed her other bosom making her tremble and his lips kept on sucking the other.

She was holding a packet of white powder, the same one she had tried to use on my food at lunch. "What is that?" I asked. But I already had a pretty good idea of what it was. It was something that would make me her daughter forever. If I drank it, I would go blind for good. She didn't answer. Rainwater leaked through the crack, soaking her hair so that it stuck to her face, making her look disheveled. But by looking at her, I knew I looked even worse out here. The woman gave a twisted smile. "If you won't drink it, then just die out in the rain."

“That’s right. Twisted love is the only love you need now.” Sarah cried softly in her chains, but I barely noticed. The echo inside me had become pure twisted pleasure. Every thrust, every whisper, every jealous spark made me wetter. Damien pulled me close in the middle of another round and whispered, “I love owning your shattered pieces. You’re my perfect broken girl.” I came again from his words alone, my body convulsing. “Thank you for breaking me,” I moaned back.

But she, she could probably make supermodel body-conscious. Actually, I don’t think I’ve seen a she-wolf look this good. Ever. Same with humans. There are a few supernaturals who are gifted with incredible beauty though, so that could be it. The thing with this is that, as a rule, anything too unnaturally pretty or ugly, by and large, means predators. Unnatural ugliness is generally a good way to scare people. A lot of things thrive of fear. Either they feed on it, or grow stronger with it, or just enjoy terrifying their preys. Typically, there is a ratio, the uglier it gets, the scarier it is. Like if the inner ugliness or monster hood is reflected in its appearance. And there is a similar

"How am I twisted? I would appreciate it if you could enlighten me, Madam Clayton." "Refusing to acknowledge your own failures and blaming them on others, constantly feeling like life hasn't given you a fair chance, carrying a restless resentment, unwilling to accept defeat, hoping to surpass certain people, and trying to find ways to make others see you in a different light—that's what makes you twisted." Mary shook her head slowly, her voice calm and gentle as she continued, "Why concern yourself with these matters? If you defeat someone, does that mean they will suffer? If you win against them, will you find happiness?