Lying Twist Novels & Stories

“Keenan, the bottom box please.” “Y-yes, Atamansha.” He brought over the heaviest box. I opened it and procured two chains with wrist restraints. I attached them at the rings. They were a little short for this assholes height but it was fine. A little more discomfort than usual wasn’t something I felt bad about right now. “Zann, put him in the cuffs.” I walked back over to the table and took the hair tie that was around my wrist, pulling my hair up in a high pony tail. Zann, Lec, Boris, and Keenan all looked at me completely confused.

❛Tell me something girl, are you happy in this modern world? Or do you need more? Is there something else you're searching for? ❜ — Bradley Cooper/Shallow. *** I could easily attribute my feelings to the alcohol, but the coldness in his eyes as he pushed me away gently told a different story. “Get off.” He said. At first, I pretended that I didn't hear and rubbed my butt gently against him. Stifling a groan, he held my wrists firmly. “Get off of me,” Tobias repeated through gritted teeth.

If push comes to shove, they can all wear distinctive dresses as long as they are close—anything to keep the peace. Tenley emerges from the dressing room a few minutes later, looking beautiful as always. The vibrant turquoise dress she adorns is captivating for sure. As she twirls, the fabric dances in sync with her movements, creating a mesmerizing sight. Emphasizing her slender frame, the off-the-shoulder design showcases a daring slit on the right side, revealing a glimpse of her toned leg from mid-thigh to ankle. The dress is a perfect match for her. “That dress looks absolutely stunning on you, Tenley. I love the color and everything,” I said, smiling. “I don’t think you’ll need to worr

They had the top floor all to themselves. They sat on the couch in his office, scrolling through food apps, arguing over noodles versus rice bowls, stealing glances and brushing knees. Andres was planting little kisses on her arm. She was wearing a sleeveless top and had already taken off her blazer. She was in a skirt today, and Andres loved it whenever she wore one. He always said it was easy access. He really was a tease. And somewhere between the menu and the laughter, the tension turned into something else. Something sweeter.

“That’s what you’ve been missing while you’ve been avoiding me.” I shove against him, impatient. “I want it inside.” He lines up and sinks in, inch by deliberate inch, until his hips meet my ass. The stretch pulls a low sound from my throat. He stays buried, grinding in small circles that hit every sensitive spot without thrusting. My walls flutter around him, trying to draw him deeper. Gently, he starts moving, not his usual rhythm. He pulls out, lets the head catch at my entrance, then slides back in, twisting his hips in a corkscrew motion. Each stroke feels like he’s rewriting my nerves. I bite the pillow to muffle my moans.

“That’s exactly how it should feel.” Zariah’s fingers traced along Imani’s hand, their fingers intertwining, teasing, pulling her closer. Malik’s thumb circled along her lower back, steady, confident, deliberate. The combination—the playful heat of Zariah, the grounding strength of Malik—made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out.

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

She can feel his body flinches, but ignores it and focus on his hair. "Mr. Protagonist, stop frowning like that. How can you win as the most handsome player for today's sports competition? You should smile with confidence instead of furrowing your eyebrows!" "Why do you want me to win that award anyway? Why are you so invested with that award." complained Keith.

She sighed and pulled him forward, kissing him on his left eye, his left hand went behind her hair as he kissed her on the forehead. The nurse left them alone when Ava started wrapping her legs around Abhi's waist embracing each other with urgency. "Abhi?", Ava whispered drawing him closer. "Hmm", he replied kissing her head. "Why do you have a twig in your hair?! How long has it been since you bathed?", Ava crunched her nose trying to loosen him up. His muscles relaxed and she earned a small smile from him.

Amelia's POV "Come on, go back into the changing to check it out", Mirabel nudged at me and I gave her an awkward smile. "Okay", I said before making my way into the changing room. I came back outside after wearing the cloth Mirabel has asked me to wear as sample. The cloth was really cut low on the neck part. It has a crossing style in front which slanted around the upper part of my chest and tied in a beautiful way around the left side of my hip.