Lying Twist Novels & Stories

I scream laughed in protest as he flopped me down on the couch and stared at me from the other end. "That's all you got?" I challenged immediately, jumping up for a 'sneak attack' that wasn't so sneaky. Of course even without the whole hearing people's thoughts thing Edward would have seen my attack coming. I launched myself off the couch, springing forward to grab him around his neck and take him to the ground. That was the plan at least, I got up to him but instead of wrapping my arms around him he redirected me and I was laying face first in the throw pillows on the other end of the massive sectional couch. "Ooo you sneaky bitch!" I flipped around and saw him holding his stomach as he lau

"It was meant as one." Catherine was thriving. Meeting developmental milestones, making friends at the part-time preschool they'd enrolled her in, displaying the kind of confidence that came from being thoroughly loved. Lucy's memoir was finally complete. She'd titled it "Twist of Fate: Surviving the Unthinkable." Several publishers had expressed serious interest. Her agent was confident they'd have offers within weeks. "Are you sure you want this published?" William asked as Lucy prepared to send the final manuscript to her agent. "It's very personal. Very revealing about our lives."

Allie had barely processed the new lead she had found when a **strong hand** gripped her arm, yanking her backward. Her instincts kicked in immediately, and she **twisted** against the force, preparing to fight. *"Not today,"* she thought, already calculating her best move. Before she could fully react, she was pushed against the cold, stone wall of an alley. Panic surged through her—until she saw his face. *"Artemis!"* His intense blue eyes locked onto hers, his grip still firm but not painful. His dark coat and suit blended into the shadows, making him look even more like a ghost from her past.

Her five fingers coiled around his wrist like a nimble serpent and twisted sharply clockwise. The twist struck with perfect timing, catching the instant he exerted force. Riding the momentum of his forward thrust, she added just a fraction more torque. A crisp "crack" sounded—not from a broken bone, but from the wrist joint being wrenched to its physiological limit. The man howled in pain, unable to hold onto the spear. It flew from his grip and crashed onto the bluestone steps with a loud clang. His body was pulled off balance by the twisting force, and he stumbled forward.

It said," Actually, I don't know about it as well but maybe if you could try closing your eyes and concentrate on your breathing... it might work out." Nia was doubtful and asked," Are you sure it will work?" That voice replied," Do you have any other idea?" Nia replied with a cold sigh," No!" That voice replied again," Then, go with what i told you!" Nia had no other option left, so, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her breathing. She tried to control it as was being guided by that voice and soon, she felt a sharp pain in her hand. It was as if someone was inserting a needle in her arm.

The repercussions of crafting an intricate series of lies about my identity were far more severe than expected. The first deception regarding my background created discord within the office, and my fear of being discovered kept me silent. However, truth inevitably comes to light despite how elaborate the secrets and deceptions are. The burden of my concealed realities now bears down on me, as the exposure of my dishonesty triggers a series of events that could alter the course of my entire existence. "Marry me or get fired!" His harsh and uncompromising tone pierced through the air, ensnarling me with his gaze. His rebellious grin leaves me bewildered by a choice that could bind my destiny t

I twist mу реlvіѕ аnd еlbоw hіm іn the ѕіdе. I know I’vе hіt his lіvеr when hе fаltеrѕ and I use thаt second tо twіѕt аwау and run. Hіѕ hands grаb at my hаіr, аnd I feel a сhunk of іt rip оut аѕ I struggle lіkе a delinquent рuрреt trуіng tо еѕсаре. If thе other guу gеtѕ uр, thіѕ is оvеr. Thе оnlу plan is to run.

I twist mу реlvіѕ аnd еlbоw hіm іn the ѕіdе. I know I’vе hіt his lіvеr when hе fаltеrѕ and I use thаt second tо twіѕt аwау and run. Hіѕ hands grаb at my hаіr, аnd I feel a сhunk of іt rip оut аѕ I struggle lіkе a delinquent рuрреt trуіng tо еѕсаре. If thе other guу gеtѕ uр, thіѕ is оvеr. Thе оnlу plan is to run.

he smirked with a playful look on his face and I pursued my lips into a thin line. "Don't you ever try that again unless you want to be fired," I hissed, trying to sound angry. "You kissed me back too. So if I'm getting fired, I'm taking you down with me, sweetheart." he kept stirring his coffee with one hand while his other hand was stuffed inside his pocket. Oh no, he didn't. Even though I was so fucking mad at him, I couldn't help but noticed his messy hair, his tie which was undone, hanging loosely around his neck and the sleeves of his button-down shirt rolled up, showing off his sexy forearms. I could make out his perfect jawline from the side and my hands itched to run all over his da

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.