My Twisted Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other. Tired of wasting time, Simon waved his hand. Three bodyguards stepped forward. They grabbed all three of them and dragged them into the abandoned factory. Not long after, their screams echoed from inside. The metallic scent of blood seeped through the tightly shut doors. Even I couldn't help but shiver at this. "Ms. Esmeray, Mr. Stewart would like to meet with you," Simon said. His tone was polite once again as he invited me back into the car.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. TWISTED MARRIAGE [A Dark MMF Mafia Romance] @ A. Gupta. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. ____ FOR MY DEAR READERS... This work includes themes of sexual abuse, violence, dubious consent, somno _____, and other sexual practices that may be considered profane, vulgar, or offensive to some readers. Reader discretion is advised, only for mature audiences.

Relent to the twisted weave, nature itself is casting on me. I’ve never smelled a pussy that didn’t make me want to puke or seen an ass that made my flaccid dick want anything but to shrivel in on itself. Yet, the weakest, and most pathetic creature on all the Isle is riding it. Using the friction of our bodies to grind away the material that keeps her from her prize with sheer tantric will. Making her brother as good as dead the second I free myself from whatever black magic she uses to offset common fucking sense!

Then he slammed in. Dorian in my ass with sensual rolls that kept me full, Damian in my pussy with rough, deep thrusts, both of my holes were stretched to their limit. The fullness cleared out any trace of exhaustion I felt. Both my holes continued to clench around their cocks as they moved in alternate directions. “Twins… using me…” I moaned as my sick fantasy spilled out. “Both cocks filling my holes… it’s so wrong…so good.” Dorian kissed my neck, whispering, “That’s why we make a good team. Both of us… We were made for this… Made to ruin you.”

“You don’t?” “We don’t live together.” Isabella laughed — a little too loud. “Oh my God, I hope not. That would be weird. You’re his stepsister.” Ainara’s eyes narrowed. Isabella leaned in, voice playful. “You know, there are so many pornos about that trope. Stepsister, stepbrother. It’s a whole genre.” Ainara didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled sweetly. “Do you watch those kinds of p**n, Isabella?”

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

CHAPTER 2:SO DARK AND BROODING *SOPHIA* "This is one sexy little bitch"A huge man hovered above me while two others tied up my hands. They had taken me to the other part of the alley and I was scared as hell. "Bones, don't you think we should get outta here,you heard the gunshots, right?"One of the men asked. Bones? The name was just as twisted as he looked. "C'mon... nothing serious might've happened.It might just be some few assholes testing out their weapons.Are you willing to let this bitch go for some fucking noise?"Bones asked.

The screams continued as he cleared the concrete steps, hesitantly stepping into the light. Darkous exploded into laughter as he glanced around the vast space beneath the house, the florescent lighting barely eliminating the space. He located the source of the gurgling cry, smiling as he watched the torture that played out before him. The space below the house had been renovated, holding all that was necessary to eternally torture those who dared to cross them. The screams were coming from the corner, a bloodied man strapped into a metal chair. The immortal being that the psychopathic lord had come to see was laughing playfully as he tore into the man’s chest with a small scalpel, creating a

Her insanity and sins that made her very core of the pure darkness of the twin’s shard’s soul is screaming and growing. “She may be the most important person in this world. But I am the only one that you should be worshipping.” The plea, no, her desire and principle drag her even deeper into the darkness of the sins that she is made out of. Making her the perfect spice that HE wanted her to be. All for the upcoming death and seer blood of the death festival. “You damn bitches!” She screams watching her two-prey shivering in fear with their hands and feet tied, along with their mouth that is sealed with some duct tape.