Beautiful And Twisted Novels & Stories

A sinless beauty often lures the darkest devils, obscured in an overcast waiting to ravage on her scrumptious body. Please vote, follow and comment your thoughts..🍂

His midnight hair was swept back in a way that looked effortless, though Sienna would bet her last dime it was anything but. And his face—God help her—was the kind that made women forget how to breathe. A strong jaw, high cheekbones, and lips that looked like they belonged in a sinfully expensive ad for cologne. But it was his eyes that struck her—cold, gray, and calculating. Like a storm brewing behind an unbreakable wall of glass. Alessandro Moretti wasn’t just a billionaire. He was the billionaire. The mafia prince whispered about in dark corners—the man who built an empire on blood and business.

“Ugly? Bully? Don't make me laugh…. I’m just telling it like it is honey. Someone has to put people like her in their place.” She smiled. Jessie’s hands clenched into fists, she so much wanted to punch that bitch on the face, but she kept her composure. “No, Kathy. You’re not telling it like it is; Beauty is, in fact, very beautiful ,more beautiful than you with your makeup and all the surgery and personalized daily beauty monitor and treatments, you paid heavily to look like shit and Beauty naturally has it all that's why you feel intimidated and bully her”. “Excuse me what? If I wanted to be like a whale I know how to look like one, eating a hungry whale”.

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

The hand over her mouth was large, calloused, but somehow gentle. She thrashed once, instinct more than thought, but he pressed closer, chest to her back, his breath warm against her ear. “Shhh, principessa,” a low voice murmured, sending shivers down her spine “Scream and you’ll draw every guard in this place. And I promise you… I’m faster than they are.” The accent was unmistakably Italian — rich and undoubtedly dangerous. Not likr the polished American lilt of Alex Valenti. This was darker, hungrier, the kind of voice that commands attention at every single word.

It was over. The best part of love that started of so damn toxic was that after everything, even Poison had a place for beauty too. Jason was nothing but toxic but somehow, eradicated all of that poison to be turned in to the best kind of love. One that never died, one that never grew old and one that never lost hope, even in the darkest times. And so, their Beautiful Poison known as love, lived on. - The End.

"What do I need love for? I was the cruel Alpha and I could get anyone that I wanted with just a snap of my fingers. "We are eliminating everyone and When I said everyone, I meant ever..yon..e.." I growled.

“Did I do good—?” She grabbed my tie and yanked me forward. I gasped, my cock straining through my pants. I raised my eyes to hers. She was beautiful. Not in the way Margot or Chrissy were. She was beautiful in the way a storm was beautiful. In the way a wildfire was beautiful. In the way something that could destroy you completely was beautiful. “Tell me you want me,” “I want you.” “Tell me you'd burn everything down for me.” “I'd burn everything down for you.”

My own twisted cravings eclipsed any sense of reason or morality. "Too bad, you worthless piece of shit, you couldn't do a goddamn thing to save your sorry excuse for a family and friends after I spelled out my plans for them to you," I spat, my voice laced with venomous delight. "You'll soon hear the sweet symphony of their screams, echoing through these godforsaken cells. The cries of your brothers, your men... It's over, Santino, and you're gonna watch every fucking second of it."

She had no fucking idea what she was doing to me. I adjusted my cock and looked away from her pussy. All in due time. I traced her cheek gently and kissed her soft lips. She was a little spitfire, this one. She was prickly outside, but inside? She was just soft goo. She looked so vulnerable at that moment, with soft lips parted, tiny snores coming out through her nose. She was too fucking beautiful. Her sweetheart shaped face could make men go down on their knees, but too fucking bad. The only man she'll be getting is me, whether she likes it or not.