Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

Her hands clawed at empty air, reaching for both of us, unable to choose either. I tried to reach her. The false version of me blocked the path. “You were warned,” it said. “This is the consequence.” “Get. Out. Of. My. WAY!” I lunged. My claws passed straight through its chest like it was made of smoke— But then something grabbed my arm from the inside of the illusion, twisting bone, spraining muscle, forcing me to my knees. Pain detonated through my shoulder. Not an illusion. Not intangible. A mirror that could crush.

I whisper into the darkness, knowing full well what's going to happen next and inviting that sweet disaster to take me. His lips taste like mint and whiskey. I drink him in as he presses me down into the bed, his hands roaming my body, over my breasts, between my legs. I'm whimpering into his mouth, his tongue lapping against mine, my back arching into his muscular chest. My top comes off as his lips find my nipples, sucking and licking them, biting down gently. They're so stiff it feels like they might crack. My heart's racing and heat's pooling between my legs like wildfire.

Was she turning into something? "Ah sht!" she groaned when a sudden pain hit her head. She also has the courage to puke, her insides twitching. "Huh? Erin?" "What's happening?" "Watch out!" The three of them panicked and hurriedly went to her side, catching her small frame in their extended arms. Erin falls on them, holding her head and clutching her hair tightly as she can so the growing pain would stop. Her other hand grips on the fabric covering her stomach as she can feel her insides twisting again. Something inside her wants to get out.

Just as I'm about to make a sharp turn toward the east wing where the music rooms stand silent, a primal chill rips down my spine like talons of ice. Everything inside me goes deathly still. A deep, dark presence coils through the air, ancient and knowing, curling around me like sentient smoke with purpose and malice. I freeze. Slowly, I turn—muscles tensed, ready to attack— But before my hand can even twitch in defense, a powerful invisible force slams into me with the weight of a collapsing star, locking me mid-stride. I'm suspended in air, held by invisible threads that dig into my bones like hooks of pure will, my time manipulation shattered like glass.

His thrusts grеw morе еrratic, morе frеnziеd, еach onе a sеaring brand lashing across hеr sеnsеs. Sarah tееtеrеd on thе еdgе of thе abyss, еvеry fibеr of hеr bеing coilеd taut in brеathlеss anticipation of thе rеlеasе that dancеd maddеningly just out of rеach. Shе nееdеd it, cravеd it with a hungеr so primal it dеfiеd rationality.

When she was done, she placed herself in front of the mirror and combed her hair. It came to her mind how Jonah invited her today, that definitely made her day and smiled. However, her feelings changed from happiness to sadness remembering Sean did not agreed to let her go to the party. It was unfair from his part not to even consider letting her go. Suddenly her reflection disappeared from the mirror, and she no longer saw herself. She looked at her hands and she couldn't see them, neither any part of her body. A long-terrified scream came from her mouth.

My mother asked annoyingly. “Mom. It happened so fast. I was just sitting there talking to David and she came out of no where and plopped on top of me and just went straight for the kiss the same time Amaly walked up. From the moment on, I can tell she was fighting Akira. But when Tiffany walked away, Akira just started shaking with her eyes rolling back. I caught her on time before she hit the ground.” “Hmmmm..” Dr Anniston says looking at my mate.

"Spread eagle. Secure her to the frame. She needs to be open for us." Alex nods. He gently pushes me back onto the mattress. He takes my left wrist, wrapping the silk in a complex, beautiful knot, then securing it to the steel headboard. Then the right. Then my ankles. I’m displayed. Wide open. Vulnerable. "Test the connection," Echo says. Alex touches my inner thigh. On the wall, a graph spikes. "Good," Echo purrs. "Now, the internal link." Alex grabs the black silicone vibrator—the one linked to the system. He slides it inside me.

My stomach twists. She leans in, breath hot on my neck. Her hand snakes downward, bold, deliberate. She grabs my cock. “Do you want a reminder?” she whispers, fingers brushing me. I gasp, stumbling back as if burned. “Don’t—” My hands are shaking as I snatch a bedsheet, wrapping it around me like armor. “Fuck you, Ivy.” Her smile widens, feral. “You already did. Multiple times.” Rage detonates inside me. “You must have drugged me!” My voice cracks, raw and jagged.

His clothes tear apart as the car behind him swerves around the wolf that was once a man. He runs, his paw leaving imprints wherever they land. *** Ivy's eyes snap open. They are a vivid blue, filling her irises entirely—no whites, no pupils, just an infinite expanse of blue. Her body goes rigid. The mattress beneath her erupts in blue flames, burning bright white at the center and consuming everything around it. She rises effortlessly, not using her hands. Her hospital gown ignites and disintegrates, leaving ash to fall from her skin.