Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

WINNIE I was convinced that I had stopped breathing at that moment. It took everything within me to still the tremor in my hands. “I can see you already having fun with your new husband” he spat the last two words with so much venom that I had to wonder if they were truly related. It was baffling that his own brother could detest him this much. His eyes raked over my body not so subtly and his eyes instantly darkened with hunger. I closed my eyes and shuddered internally for a brief moment.

“I tried to keep you out of my mind, but I can’t. I missed you. Everything about you.” He pressed a lingering kiss to my cheek, and despite every ounce of willpower I had, I leaned into him. My body betrayed me, closing the distance until there was no space left between us. His lips traced a slow, reverent path along my cheek and up to my forehead. Each touch sent a jolt through me, stirring emotions I had fought to bury. This was the same man who had once made me feel invisible, yet now he was raw and vulnerable, his cousin’s name twisting something primal inside him until all that was left was possession. And I hated how much of me still wanted him.

I might not have a choice but live and survive with it. “Are you two done?” I asked them, it’s getting dark and we need to be out of the secret library before dawn. “I am, if he is,” I looked at Riven, he didn’t say a word, just shrugged his shoulders. “Okay lets do this,” I stood between them and held their hands. I closed my eyes, and inhaled deeply. My eyes opened slowly, I exhaled, and said the words. “Invisque.” The moment I said the word, “Invisque,” a soft wind blew around us. It circled like a quiet storm, brushing against our skin. Riven’s grip on my hand tightened, and Maria held her breath.

Her back stiffened with his words and she couldn't tell if he meant it or not, with how calm he was being. She eyed him as he lifted his hand, slowly, as if giving her every chance to drive the glass forward. She didn’t though. Her arm felt locked in place. Two fingers caught the wrist holding the bottle and she let out a scream at the sudden contact. Her fingers felt numb with fear, an immense amount of fear flowing through her veins. “Drop it, cara mia.” Her fingers spasmed open almost before the command finished registering. The broken neck clattered against the marble, spinning once before dropping and shattering into piece.

The first winner was a mysterious high-roller who paid an obscene amount to go first. He chose double penetration while Sophia faced the camera. Two massive cocks — one from Damian Blackthorn, one from Elias — stretched her pussy together while the world watched in real time. Sophia screamed as her cunt was forced open wider than ever, the burning, tearing stretch making her vision blur. The camera below the glass captured the obscene sight of her pussy lips stretched paper-thin around two thick shafts, creamy froth building rapidly as they pounded her. The second winner wanted her ass and throat at the same time.

His breathing turned ragged, chest heaving. Beside him, the woman squeezed her hands into fists so tight her knuckles went bone white — then suddenly clutched at her own throat, like she couldn't breathe. Their eyes — God, their eyes — started to flicker, the irises glitching between colors, unnatural and fast, like a broken projector. My stomach turned, but I kept staring. It was working. These are the twins. These are the killers. Vanessa’s concoction — whatever the hell she brewed — was dragging them out.

A violent, psychic shove. GO! The aster, roots and tiny bloom, is ripped from the sundered cliff. Not into the void. Down. Through layers of screaming rock, weeping memory-vines, gnawing void-stomachs. Down into the absolute dark. Down into the core of the Unraveler’s cell. Its perfect, malevolent negation. The roots hit the impossible, non-dimensional walls of its prison. And… pierce.

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

it's been a year since Danielle and Nick got back together, They were now married. Danielle tried to help Nick the best way she could but Nick's Condition had become unbearable, his jealousy and rage only increased, he had stopped feeling sorry for hitting her when they argue, it almost always results in him attacking Danielle or Elena or them both. he's become so lost in himself that he now derives some pleasure from hurting them. it became so bad that he would beat Danielle' in public and threaten to kill her if she ever left him. "I'll hunt you down and kill you if you ever try to leave" he'll say. somehow Danielle still loved him and tried to manage him, but if this rage and vile behavi

" I tried to swallow. Then we will rewrite all. Beyond the Vault, the trees stirred. One shadow passed between them...loudless, inhuman, translucent with gold. Echo tilted her head. She had found the hidden signal. She reached forward, fingers brushing the Vault's invisible barrier. It hissed under her touch, sparks flaring. She smiled. And whispered: "Walls break." Then she vanished into the dark.