Invisible Twists 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.

His eyes found her immediately. Red vertical pupils tightened. Something changed there. Not recognition. Disruption. She wasn’t supposed to bend. She was bending. Outside the glass, the figure split. The coat opened like a wound. Dozens of green tendrils unfolded behind him—too many, too thin, too alive. They didn’t touch the glass. They ignored it. They crossed through it. Straight for Vivienne’s throat. Alexander moved. No thought. Just impact. A low sound broke out of him—half breath, half rupture.

I sent the most skilled shadow wolf, who was an expert in invisibility, to keep a close watch on the Twilight pack. After Dad and I left, Andre flipped the table in a fit of rage. "How could Jane do this?" he said in disbelief. "How could she leave me? What is she trying to do, asking her dad to show up in person? Is she trying to threaten us? Is she ever coming back?" Felicia sighed. "Well, Jane's mood has been terrible lately. First, Callie kicked her in the stomach. After that, she hasn't been able to rest properly. It's only normal for a pampered she-wolf like her to go to her dad for comfort.

The discomfort or pain or whatever made her absent from reality. It was like a subtle wrongness, Ivy's fist clenched beside her and her inside twisted. Her power stirred within her, making her restless, making her feel all of it. She controlled her breath from going rasped by clenching her teeth but then containing it snapped the room into silence and almost immediately, she groaned softly as a strange pain surged in her chest. She felt like someone was ripping something out of her. It wasn't long before everyone noticed Ivy was rigid, completely still and struggling to blink.

I lifted my free hand, and my nails elongated into sharp claws. Sliding one claw against the palm of my hand, I cut my flesh. It wasn’t very deep, but it was enough to cover the crest in blood when I squeezed my hand. At first, nothing happened, but then the necklace lit up with a purple light. It was dim at first but then increased in brightness until it was nearly blinding. In an instant, the entire room was lit up with a flashing light, but it was gone just as quickly. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the suddenly blinding light, but when I could see clearly, I saw twelve black wolves circle me, covered in a purple haze.

"I am looking forward seeing you guys getting to know each other more." Sharon nodded while her chest tightened as Isabella turned away. Davis, in the meantime, was in the living room staring at Ethan, who was now asleep on the couch. "What then is on your mind?" Seeing Davis's unfocused attitude, Peter asked Davis said fast, "Nothing." And smiled tight. But his head was whirling. Ethan's eye shapen and jaw curve were quite similar. Mary's earlier words kept coming back to him and he started to doubt everything. Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E

“It has to be done. There’s no other way.” With a synchronized step, they entered the gateway. Immediately, the world warped around them. Gravity twisted, light bent into impossible angles, and whispers became screams. They stumbled at first, disoriented, as the Abyss tested their resolve. Shadows formed into grotesque versions of themselves Lucien’s wings ripped and torn, Kiran’s claws glistening with a venomous darkness. Each illusion taunted them, each movement a challenge to their sanity. And then they saw her.

Each image etched itself deeper into his consciousness, fueling the restless turmoil within him. "What's happening to me? Oh God? Am I drunk? But I didn't drink last night. Then?" he whispered, a mix of confusion and wonder tainting his voice. he attempted to divert his mind forcefully, looking around. But whatever he saw didn't really help him to calm his restless mind down. some of the middle aged men were looking at her like a piece of meat. Adrian clenched his jaw and pressed hard onto my knuckle so that he wouldn't end up plucking their good for nothing perverted eyes.

He looked intimidating and was resilient and that's why Siya has him as the head of security and also works at the club. Siya puts his hands on his grey sweatpants pockets, his black tee tugging on his masculine torso, short sleeves revealing his tattoos from either sides of his arms. Muzi switches the electronic chair on. Fingers screams in agony. Siya holds his hand up and Muzi stops after good five minutes. He raises a eyebrow to Fingers that says 'are you gonna talk now?' Fingers snarls at him. Giving Siya a go ahead to torture him more. Siya nods to Muzi to continue. It electrocutes him for about 5 minutes more before he gives in. Fingers' head drops low, no energy to go on anymore. He

Something that tilts my world and had me flat on my face. Unexpectedly, everything comes to be blindingly white and I have to shut my eyes at the abrupt assault. I feel my body being stretched upwards, then pulled into some kind of swirling vortex, and when I make the mistake of reopening my eyes to see what’s going on I regret the action immediately.