Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

"And the child... the child is the interest on a debt you haven't even begun to pay. You didn't just create a hybrid; you created a Key. And the Abyss-Lords don't like it when people change the locks." He raised a hand—a hand made of translucent, shifting obsidian that seemed to drink the light from the room. Suddenly, the floor beneath Jago and Dante didn't just soften; it became liquid. A Void-Whirlpool opened, swirling with the same light-eating blackness that filled Silas’s eyes. It wasn't water; it was raw, unrefined gravity. Jago let out a roar of defiance, his "Lead-Plated" boots clattering as he tried to find purchase, but he was being sucked toward the center of the vortex.

She holds it up to the light, examining the coating with obvious satisfaction before setting it carefully into a labeled vial. She stands up, wipes her hands, and gazes at my wrecked body. “We are going to take this further, Iris. I need you completely undone.” After helping me sit up, she crosses to a cabinet and returns with a black silk blindfold and a small bottle of clear oil. “Stand up,” she orders softly. I do, my legs still shaky. Vivienne steps behind me and ties the blindfold over my eyes. The room goes dark. My other senses instantly sharpen. I can hear her breathing and smell her perfume mixed with my own arousal in the air.

The touch sent a shiver down her spine, memories flooding back — his hands on her skin, his lips against hers, the nights they had spent tangled together in this very room. She pulled back sharply, her voice shaking. “You’re cruel. Using this place, using our past, to trap me.” “I’m not trapping you,” Andres said, his voice low, steady. “I’m reminding you. Because you keep pretending it was nothing. You keep pretending we were just a mistake. But this place proves you wrong.” Her anger flared again, but beneath it was something she couldn’t deny. “You think you can blackmail me with memories? With feelings I’ve already buried?”

The Carson warehouse loomed in the darkness like a monument to past sins. Lucy parked two blocks away, approaching on foot. The building was abandoned, windows broken, graffiti covering the walls. The perfect place for Isabel to stage her final act of revenge. Lucy checked her watch. Forty-five minutes since the text. She was early. The main entrance was chained shut, but a side door hung open, creaking in the wind. Lucy slipped inside, using her phone's flashlight to navigate.

That explained his frown and why he turned down Sergio's request to escort me to Tobias' house for the interview. The car that had brought me pulled up in front of a large, modern chateau that matched Tobias' aesthetics. It was challenging to read him. From my research, he was extremely private and uptight. The news of his anniversary a few weeks ago had come as a shock to everyone, and within hours, it had vanished as if it were an error. The underground cyber team of the Abyss had that information up their sleeves, making access relatively easy. His wife, Gianna Whitlock. The name sounded familiar—too familiar—but I brushed the thought aside.

This feels so wrong to an extant where I want to continue this wrongness. Breaking the kiss hurriedly, he looked into my eyes and searched for something that I couldn't explain. When I slightly nodded my head knowing what he was looking for, Rishi's eyes turned peach black as he dipped his head between my shoulder line and neck line. I could feel his hands reaching for my bra hooks, and I know this is the moment that I was going to regret for my whole life. you're screwed up Anbu, I said to myself when he finally unhooked my bra.

She staggered over to the bathroom and pushed the door open and walked in. Kate sighed sadly as she walked her friend exit into the bathroom. That bastard has finally broken her heart. she could recall how many months of him chasing after Lara. How he came to her pleading, promising to treat her well and all those bullshit promises. Now he has revealed his true self, a wolf in sheep clothing. She stood up from the floor. A cold breeze rushed into the room;it was strange because all the windows was closed. The bulbs flickered off and on, she looked around the room, just when it had calmed down, she started picking up the empty beer bottles.

“You don’t get to run. You don’t get to think you are too damaged, too much blood on your hands, too soulless. I was there first. So don’t you dare shy away from me, zhena. If I must, I can list the skeletons in my closet. I can show you just how much blood is on my hands. I can tell you things that I’ve done that even my own Vor doesn’t know.” Tears filled her eyes but she didn’t cry. She grabbed my head and pulled me back in, her teeth biting my lip until she drew blood. My nails dung into her skin at her waist, the both of us reveling in the pleasure and the pain. Finally, she grabbed my shirt and ripped it, the buttons falling to the ground. Her nails scratched my skin and I groaned.