Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

She hissed, hugging herself as she glared at him. Issac stared into her eyes before his gaze dropped to her swollen, trembling lips. Her chin wobbled, her eyes were puffy, and her nose was red. What a f*cking sight. Maybe she had turned him into a sadist of some sort. Innessa tried to walk out of the stall but was slammed against the tiled wall with such force that all the breath was knocked out of her lungs. Her eyes widened, and her hands shot up to grab his wrist. He was grabbing her throat in a daunting, vice-like grip. His fingers squeezed her delicate throat enough for her to realize she was at his mercy.

“And this line right here is the secret entrance that leads directly to the underground beneath the Blackwood mansion. You will enter through the subsuelo while my men activate the thermal sensors of the south sector as a distraction.” I looked at the map, and to my surprise, my new beast understood the vectors and distances perfectly. My brain processed the information with a mathematical clarity I had never had before. “With everything we have injected into your veins, plus Jasmine's mystical help, Ivy is going to feel the biological bond call violently as soon as you enter the perimeter,” Silas continued. “Her body is going to collapse and she will enter an induced heat that will drive he

Her hands worked without her mind, she was lost somewhere else. What Woo Jin said to her about her father directing his hatred towards her too might be true. She dropped her hand and sighed "The hell is going on?" She asked herself. Since Adrian doesn't trust her yet, she couldn't ask him questions freely. The only thing that could answer her was the west wing but ever since the arrest incident, it had been cleared. Her hand held the locket around her neck, she took it off and studied it. An idea flashed through her mind, she grabbed a stone and hit the locket multiple times but it wasn't opening. She kept smashing it till her hand was chapped

---.” --- --- Chapter 18: wonky roads The road twisted through the mountains like something wounded — sharp turns, sudden drops, trees standing stiff and cold beneath a sky the color of old bruises. Isla sat silent in the passenger seat, staring out the window, but not really seeing. Just motion. Just blur. Her reflection stared back — eyes too dark, mouth set like stone. Not Ivana. Not Isla. Just... something in the middle. A woman trying to hold herself together on the edge of some truth she couldn’t yet name.

We decided before we left home that I would mark Vaughn and then Ivan. I turn to Vaughn, and he leans forward so I can bite into his neck. The sparks get more intense, and I feel like they're swirling around us. I then turn and do the same to Ivan, and it increases even more. When I pull back, I realize it's not sparks flying around us. It's a shimmering golden tornado. It gets bigger and bigger before splitting into three smaller tornadoes and entering our bodies.

White eyes, Silent mouth, A crown of fireflies. She didn’t speak, She only stared. And in her stare was truth: This world was his punishment, This life, his second chance, was nothing but a cage. Kael slammed a fist into the mirror. It cracked. The child behind the reflection didn’t flinch, She lifted a hand, And pointed, At his chest, Where now, beneath his robes, Both threads had returned. Twisted together, Knotted Tight, Too tight. The realm had not severed one. It had bound them both, And now something was moving inside him. Kael screamed, As the threads began to pull in opposite directions.

I planned to search the rooms one by one. The first room had a window, and the curtains were drawn. However, the window was wide open. Wind was blowing through the curtains, letting in a bit of light. It looked like there were rows of display cases that looked like glass boxes with something inside. It almost felt like dozens of eyes were watching me from the inside… I quickly turned on the light and saw rows and rows of severed heads! I covered my mouth, forcing myself to stay calm, but the shock was too much. My vision went black for a second. I kept my eyes shut for a long time before slowly recovering.

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.