Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

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

The transition through the portal was disorienting. One moment, the group was surrounded by the desolate ruins of the Rift; the next, they were falling through a kaleidoscope of light and shadow. The swirling colors shifted erratically, and strange whispers brushed against their minds—some alluring, others filled with dread. Alex clutched the Nexus Crystal tightly as they tumbled through the vortex. The whispers from the crystal mingled with the portal’s strange energy, creating a cacophony in their head. They squeezed their eyes shut, willing themselves to focus.

Snow White was still drifting in a hazy consciousness. Her eyelids remained shut, yet she could feel countless hands roaming over her body—massive, heavy hands that radiated a scorching heat. Suddenly, something thick and rigid was thrust into her mouth. It was so huge and firm that her jaw nearly locked, filling her oral cavity completely as it began to thrust in and out with a rhythmic, carnal force.

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.

The pain within me vanished in seconds, leaving me gasping to catch my breath. Wasting no time, I picked up Ivan by the neck and tossed him into the circle that The Skin and Blisters had drawn. The moment he hit the ground, there was a strange energy that seemed to crackle around him. He tried to step out, but an unseen force kept him trapped inside. His eyes moved to The Skin and Blisters as understanding dawned on him as they began chanting together. "What are you doing?!" he yelled, panic edging into his voice.

It had roots that twisted deeper, reaching down to where his voice and his eyes had penetrated without her permission. Outside the glass, the city carried on with indifferent noise. A faint honk echoed through the streets below and the hum of a distant plane drifted through the air. Life moved in its usual patterns, entirely unaware that something fragile inside her had shifted. Ivy stayed curled on the bed with her knees drawn close to her chest, her breath caught somewhere between sharp pain and a dull longing.

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.