Disney Twisted Tales Series Novels & Stories

Britney's POV Britney was still at Danielle's place, she had already pulled a call through for the Ambulance to come by. She was scared, confused. She had a lot of questions to ask and she needed an answer. What could have happened to Mrs. Haddish? Was she sick? and most importantly how's Danielle? hope she's doing just fine. Before she could ask all the questions she had in mind, she heard a sound of a siren she knew it was the ambulance, she headed outside. A tall man pulled from the car, "You must be Britney, right? I'm Ronald. I headed out as soon as we got your call. Where's the corpse?" He asked. "Right inside and thanks for coming" Britney replied as she directed him to the living ro

“You don’t?” “We don’t live together.” Isabella laughed — a little too loud. “Oh my God, I hope not. That would be weird. You’re his stepsister.” Ainara’s eyes narrowed. Isabella leaned in, voice playful. “You know, there are so many pornos about that trope. Stepsister, stepbrother. It’s a whole genre.” Ainara didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled sweetly. “Do you watch those kinds of p**n, Isabella?”

He said to his secretary before dropping the phone. “How's the perfume launching going?” Raphael adjusted his tie as he rolled his chair towards Sebastian. “It has passed the testing phase, and the internal survey we conducted also turned out well.” He responded, showing him the charts on his system. Sebastian studied it carefully as he took notes of everything. Damon might be inferior to him in terms of plans and strategies, but compared to playing dirty, he was incomparable to him. He won't want to leave any loophole for him to manipulate.

She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren. Lauren knew what was coming for her, so she shifted back a little bit. “Don't you dare move,” Melissa mumbled. She stretched her body and held Lauren's hair. Lauren yelps in pain, and Melissa tightens her grip on her hair. “I am sorry, I won't do it again,” Lauren pleaded. Melissa chuckled and let go of her hair. She wanted to cause more pain to Lauren but she changed her mind trying not to ruin the nails she had done the previous day.

There’s two desks, a big sofa, a couple of armchairs, and two bookcases lining the far wall, but my eyes are drawn to the small box laid on a side table, filled with syringes, no doubt prepared with doses of aconite and wolfsbane. One of the witches are asleep, draped over one of the armchairs, while the other two are having a muttered conversation on the sofa. I no longer need Danika to hear what they are saying, my ears pick up their crystal-clear voices, as if they were speaking normally right next to me. “Their next dose is in about fifteen, I’ll make Dean do it. He has a thing for the girl anyway.” “She’s not hard on the eyes though, is she?” “If you’re into that… I think she’s kind of

I said, following closely behind him as he rose from the chair. “We’ll see who ends up worse off,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tell me!” I grabbed his shirt, turning him around to face me. “I put you inside bed, and lots of things happened,” he whispered softly in my ear. My eyes went wide open as he spoke. I snapped, pushing him backward. “You didn’t touch me! That’s what a psychopath would do. You are more twisted, Nick Leister.” “Hmmm, am I?”

I ask dumfounded. “You can do it in saturday detention!” she yells, her hands shaking. “but, don’t worry you won’t be loney, Annie will be joining you when she finally decides to grace us with her presence!” she adds in an overly sweet sarcastic voice. “wait, Annie’s not here?” I ask, confused cause she never misses school. “OFFICE NOW MISS DAVIS!” cruella the witch yells, completely ignoring my question. Wait, did Annie really go looking for me at that Church? Cause I never told her that I was home when she called. Oh God, what if something happened to her? I think to myself panicking.

She stood up and tried to whisk them off with her hands but her effort yielded no results – they flew out very fast before they could get caught. “What’s that?” I cleared my throat after asking. I nearly got choked in the throat. “Fireflies!” she replied. “Their light is too bright, and they fly zigzag. These can’t be normal fireflies.” “That’s nothing strange, grandma. These are just fireflies. You need not be superstitious all the time.”

They blabbered on about something at the same time, but I'm not fluent in baby gibberish. But, I did seem to nod at the right time and laugh at the right time because they gave me proud looks. Then, they ran back to the living room. I followed them and spotted my dorogoy on the floor with all kinds of art supplies scattered around. Even Yvette was there. We hired her as the nanny. The twins were a mixture of me and my wife. Blond hair and green eyes. Remy turned around to look at me and her green eyes sparkled. I was immediately behind her, wrapping my arms around her, discretely squeezing her full breast. I finally managed to get her milky tits. She gasped and rubbed her ass against my ragi

Anything to get my mind off the things that I was feeling. “I just -” I hesitated. But there was no point keeping anything away from Lydia. She already knew that I was an imposter and she already knew how Uncle Elliot murdered my family and framed for it. If she had wanted to use any of these against me. She would have. She didn't.