Romans & histoires Invisible Twists

I wristlet out of the grip of the ropes and managed to free my both hands and one leg but the other leg wouldn't budge no matter how hard I tried. And then every thing went silent as the candle lights dimmed all of a sudden. I sensed a pressure on me as the men fell silent. Something was happening in the center of the pentagram as a cloud of dust began to stir. It seemed like a golden mist of sorts that swiveled and swirled around itself in a circle like a small whirlpool of sorts. I stopped trying to wriggle free of the grasp of the invisible ropes and so did the rest of the people as something began to take shape inside the pentagram.

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

Held standing in front of the strange hole in space, a portal to some other world. Tiny purple vines twisted their way through the rift before it disappeared, floating in air like fish swimming through water. They slowly spread across the room reeling from contact with surfaces. Guided by an invisible force nudging it in the in the direction of the whimpering girl, a strike was all it took to force itself up her nose and down her throat filling her body like a vessel. Little bruises and tiny cuts healed up as the leather binds snapped off. Her hands came free as she inspected her limbs with admiration.

“You really believe this is about taking?” The ropes around its wrists snapped. Just like that. No effort. No struggle. They fell away like they’d never mattered. Marcus moved instantly— But too late. The traitor stood. Calm. Untouched. Free. The air shifted again. That same wrong pressure. But stronger now. Focused. Not on the room. On Ivy. The bond reacted violently. I felt it— Like something reaching through it. Pulling. Not like before. Not external. Internal. “Kael—” Ivy gasped, clutching her chest. “Something’s—wrong—”

"Anyway, here is your stuffed bunny." Keith detached the linked hands of those stuffed bunnies and gives the pink ones to Rhianne. But he is surprised when she grabs the black bunny instead. She stares at it for a second before hugging it. "The black bunny is a male. See? It does not have any blush or curled lashes on its eyes." Rhianne explained while pointing at the embroidered eyes of the stuffed toy in her hand. "Seeing that their hands are linked when together, they must be a couple!" "Yeah? So your point is?"

She doesn’t even give a second consideration to Miles, her lovely brother, when it comes to the game, I notice Miles is also the same. He becomes ruthless in the blink of an eye and fights as if it’s about his life. I am spellbound watching them this way. If it isn’t a game, I would have never known about this brutal side of Inessa. I mean, this girl is too sweet for everyone. Palpably, there is some way where she vents her anger outwardly. This is her way. “Thank you for the day,” Hazel whispers. Her voice is so low that I almost missed it if I am not standing close to her. I smile, knowing it’s difficult for her to confess something like this to me.

After experiencing how my palm hurt again with an unclear reason, I suddenly felt like someone was giving me a sign. The mysterious disappearance of my clock birthmarks, that guy who keeps on bumping me before, those weird encounters with several women giving me warnings and signs, the reason why I fainted with no apparent reason and the sudden pain I felt— Are they all interconnected?

And as the first door swallowed her light— —the Spiral screamed a single question: What happens when the knot remembers too much? The moment Elthara stepped through the door, the world inverted. There was no sound, no breath, not even time. Just weight. A crushing, silken pressure wrapped around her limbs and pulled her downward—not with force, but with memory. Threads curled around her wrists like old promises, guiding her deeper into the echo she once sealed away.

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng